Menopause - Poem by Sasheen Fernandez
The bright red color fades
as the dragon's skin flakes out.
Her flame is still on its full power
and she can still devour anyone.
It was a hot day for the dragon.
The burning heat of her flame
is distributed upon her whole body
leaving no part of it behind.
The dragon flies out for fresh air
but the air wasn't enough to cool her down.
She becomes berserk and restless
uncomfortable and unreasonable.
She throws her flames
to anyone she sees;
sinful or sinless.
'Have mercy! ', one pleads.
Everyone in the town is dead
but the dragon is still not satisfied.
And when she goes back to her normal state
She does not remember all the trouble it cost.
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