Monday, October 26, 2009

Burning Hell

Oh my God
Oh my God
It burns.
It itches.
It is so painful
I think I’m going
to jump
out of my
skin.
Literally—
I’m shaking
and can’t think
straight enough
to even answer
a customer’s simple
question.

I’m at work
for another
five hours.
If I cross
myLegs
maybe
It’ll itch less.
Fuck this—
I can’t make
sandwiches right
now.

Running to the
bathroom
unbuttoning as I
go
my hands
go straight to
my vagina.

Please don’t tell
Me I have
some STD
I think.
No, I’ve seen that
Milky discharge before-
GODDAMNED
YEAST INFECTION.
How the hell is there
yeast up in there anyhow?
I work at a bakery
I don’t employ one in
my vagina.
This is ridiculous.

Here’s the kicker—
The over the counter
medicine
makes the next
twenty minutes
after application
almost worse than
the actual infection.
Seriously—
What person
created a medicine
that made women want
to kill themselves
periodically
for a three-day period
and only after
inducing
excruciating suffering,
provides relief?
A man that got
fucked over
by a woman
that’s who.

The medicine even
recommends waiting
until bedtime
so no “leakage” appears.
I could not care less
about “leakage”
I want the infinite, never satisfied,
itching-burning-stinging
feeling
to be gone.
Now!

I would gladly slather
myself in any home
remedy just to get
rid of it fast.
But who knows
if tea tree oil
works that
well,
or if I should
down a gallon of
probiotic yogurt
to ease the
insatiable urge to itch—
to claw—

I want to
tear
my
vagina
to
pieces.

I feel like
an addict who’s
dealer is out
of town and
my backup
isn’t picking
up my calls.

Twitching
pacing
grimacing
in pain.

Tomorrow
is day
three
of the
treatments.

I can’t wait
to not continuously
yearn
to put my
hands on my
own clit
and scratch
diligently away.

1 comment:

  1. God Britt that is outrageous. Funny and provocative, but maybe a little over the top.

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