Gunslinger Grouchy




Annie Oakley - "Little Sure Shot"
 Her wise husband understood she "needed space" when experiencing PMS

 

So tired am I today

Weary from worry

Worn down to a frayed nub

Warped by sleep’s deprivation

Into my agitated worst self

Whom even I cannot stand

Haggard woman, I detest you

Sauntering toward me in the mirror

Like a gunslinger with a grudge

A hair-trigger finger at the ready

Irked at the whole world

For no reason at all

I am hormonally homicidal

Ignore the viper
Into which I have hatched, please

For your safety; I implore you

Let me crawl under the covers

To endure my mood crazed meanderings

This jumbled stir of estrogen-progesterone
Chemical soup that defines me as a woman
Last - nerve - plucked - jangled
Inner combat zone