I want to remain a child,
A pain that never comes,
But I've been told I've become a woman,
But I don't want to be burdened with my own child.

So I am given the option of 28 days.
For the first seven, I am granted excruciating pain as my body decomposes while I am still alive, and I can not express my discomfort because it is unladylike.

For the next 7, I am granted days of bliss, where I will regain strength and build my body back up.

On the 14th day, I have been reborn, and I am as blissful as possible.
I grant myself the joyous events of the world and rejoice in my good fortune.
I am given the option to bear a child in hopes of not relieving the pain of the first 7 days, but I refuse.

For the next 14 days, I forget all pain.
All seems well and I am free.
I start to believe that the 7 days of torture will no longer return, and all will be well.

But on the 28th day, the torture resumes,
My body decomposes and destroys itself.
And I feel the weight of my decision to not bear children on my chest, making every twinge of pain so even much worse.

The cycle continues until I bear a child.
My body tortures me over and over again,
My body is persistent.
But my mind is too.