Woah the period stain

i stood up and went towards the lav
and felt all the eyes on me
i still got inside and checked for the scars
found none on my face but just below the tee.

a red spot on my pants
smirked at from from the other side of mirror
i pulled the t-shirt down just over the stain
but all in vain when i saw the rear.

i said, "fuck it!" and stepped out
but couldn't avoid the mocking stares
with clumsy steps as i reached my place
a peer called and hushed about my stained pairs

i packed up and walked towards the door
with more stares than before and some whisperers
thus by the time i punched out of the place
almost everyone had gasped, "whoa! the period stain."

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