The Tampon Of Despair

My tampon is full of blood

I send texts I regret

Buy wine I cannot afford

 

Your opinion is too heavy

It is all I can carry

When faced with other lighter

Crosses to bear

 

I want to feel only one thing

Your love

Acceptance

Approval

Vindication

 

But you will not and cannot give it

So the tampon swells and clots with my sorrow

Filling my insides with gore and repulsion

The tampon of despair

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