Lunar Cycle
by Jill Maser
Damn you, Luna, and the curse with which you bind me!
What is my sin that you torture me so?
I ache. Deep inside the pain begins and forms a stone as dark and as heavy as you. That stone weighs upon me. It stiffens my spine. It pulls at my womb.
You taunt me from your place behind the clouds, burning bright, laughing at my plight.
I lay in my lair, curled in agony.
Dare I walk upon this earth?
What havoc shall I wreak?
Whom might I kill?
Oh, the pain, the pain!
I must go forth.
There is only one solution—chocolate.
“Honey! I’ve got wicked PMS. I’m going to the Seven-Eleven.”
LOL! Everyone woman can relate and every man is groaning in sympathy for the husband.
ReplyDeleteI share in the groaning - for sympathy that is.
ReplyDeleteStrummin' my pain with your fingers, Jill, strummin' my pain. AWESOME! Very, very funny.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! loved it!!!
ReplyDeletenice job!
the curse. haven't heard it called that for so long!
LOL.
ReplyDeleteWhat havoc shall I wreak...whom might I kill
Great.
Hehe, nice bit of misleading with an amusing conclusion.
ReplyDeleteYou tease! Clever and evocative with a bit of a twist.
ReplyDeletehahaha...nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a swift turn at the end. Jaye said it perfectly. LOL
ReplyDeleteToo funny I did not see that coming.
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