The Eleventh Hour

There’s a cyst inside my ovary
Weeping to itself silently
It huddles, arms round knees
Head bowed
While tiny red tears
Are unleashed within
Triggered by the full moon

My ovaries are tethered
They are stuck onto my womb
I guess they felt lonely
Floating on stalks
In a dark cavernous pelvis
One day they started exploring
Reached out long sticky paws
And suckered on with tenacity
Needy for new company

My womb it wants a baby
But is riddled with reasons why not
Expanding endometrium
Procreation of itself
My womb it wants out of me
Wants to shout and share its pain
Too many times used
Too many times hurt
Too many times suppressed
Finally it speaks and says:
Too late

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