Rufescent

Ma, I exclaimed!

Frightened and puzzled

Noticed it in bright red

Gushing like a flash-flood

Was it normal? Am I the only one?

Questions bombarding my mind             

Answers for some 

I could hardly find                 

Neither did Amma tell me

Nor did my friend

Later I learnt

That this was a monthly trend

Should wear some tampons

I was told

All I wanted was respite

Feeling weak, drained and cold

The flow didn’t stop

I wondered to myself

Fetched from a myriad

Why the word period?

I affirmed to myself

That all will be okay

It was no child’s play

Facing my first red day