🔴 [PERIOD] | A 100 Word Story

#355 National Poetry Month - 30 Days 30 Poems

Scoop my guts out with a shovel—
curled up in a fetal position,
cry and cry and cry.
Scream into my pillow,
while the pain grows and grows,
and grows.

It’s a part of life, to bring life, and be life…