Page 86 - Leftovers V2
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Menopause
With a fire in my belly,
I’m a proud traitor to my gender, branded forever as
one who denied herself
the life-changing experience. When shedding and sloughing are no longer a ritual
marking another escape
from motherhood.
When a suffocating hot flash blasts forth like an old furnace stoked with too much coal. When hormones give up
like wimpering youngsters
who finally fall asleep.
And when that birthright
called menses appears as
a cantankerous crone.
