the discomfort of nature

Feminine hygiene product lozenge lodged in my body bloody and achy-

When is summer coming, or at least spring?

This Indian winter (so to speak) has got me beat and freezing- like a beast hungry- fully equipped with shiny shimmy shakes that fall and break- and I cannot fake to forget-

When the leaves of these trees begin to breathe again, flowers start to bloom; animals/humans alike have heart, take a room, and begin to breed, alive

I believe I'll be able to survive- maybe even thrive- find the things went missing in my life that I need to rid my personality of this dreaded disease that has suddenly taken hold of me recently- as of late

Accidental strategies seem more and more to be acts of fate,
I lack the money, have no date;

Or can cover the expense but have not a friend/love with which to share the experience-

Not another to care about me enough to go out- I recede in times of need and doubt, back inside of the shell sphere blue-green encompassing my reality so seemingly unfairly-

Despairingly I pop another ibuprofen pill cure in attempt to stall or better yet end the discomfort of nature.