sonnet # 1,643 Just wince me this behaviour , which is odd , Or symptomatic , that girl boy thing , My eyes relieve of tears , of senseless sting , My heart awaits assurance , if slipshod . A knowing quick look , or shrug or nod Would liberate it , balm it , some peace bring , To hormone hell , adrenalin I cling , The menstruals worn off , weighted down , or cod .
My heart is clenched , a fist in its ribcage , I hold my breath , turn blue , I yield to you , My sacrifices culminate a slew , I crave you , cavegirl , when assumed assuage .
Emotion: Fear