t was dark, lonely and scary. She reached for a hard object
to hold for support.
None was in sight.
She was alone!
Back to the floor, she fell.
It was unbearable,
the pains that burned through
Her insides, battling with unheard noises that crumbled her intestines.
Her sweat could boil a raw egg.
That was her first encounter.
The night when pubescence appeared
in form of some ‘gushing liquid’.
Don’t they say it’s usually red?
Accompanied by death-ly ache on both sides
of her belly,
she knew it was the end.
She collapsed, while murmuring her last prayers.
She lived! She was alive.
Awoke with pain no more.
Ola was near death.