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The 4th Day

by Dhivya Manick

Her acne peeps on face

Like an uninvited guest

Her mood swings

Like a see-saw

Her abdominal cramps

Like icebergs in fire

Her twinge in joints

Like iron nails piercing through the wood

Her whole body pains

Like rollerblade skating on her muscles

She seems to fall

Like a rose petal

But blossoms

Like a rose on her fourth day

Women seem like falling

but they never…

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