insomnia, hot flashes and the change
by Sydney Portilla-Diggs
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the numbers one zero five dot eight flashed
in my mind's eye, and I slipped from between
the sheets mumbling I am alright just going
to the bathroom wiped thick perspiration
from my brow and the dull pain in my head rearranged itself
a bare light bulb beamed on my upturned face
something tells me that a storm is coming
wave after bitter wave of memories
hit me full in the face until I can
not breathe I lie in bed looking at the
ceiling with a fresh layer of thick sweat
why do they call it the change anyway..
sweet name for this assault on my body
everything in my life is a poem
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