Like the lungs of your heart are bursting with air but you still can't breathe. Like you have a lot to say but no words to put it in. Like you want to pull your hair and scratch your skin but all you can do is stare.
Do you clench your fists hard then? And grit your teeth harder?
Do you feel your eyes popping out of their sockets?
I sit on my toilet seat, legs uncrossed but guts wrenching at 5km/hr speed, staring at the blood stained ******* by my feet, wondering why merely being a woman makes me bleed.
"Shame, shame, shame", they huff, as if being a woman was not a burden enough. Bleeding in shame is now considered religious, no matter how natural, For us, 'the time of the month' is never auspicious.
I sit on my toilet seat, with sore thighs and a pungent stench in the loo, wondering if it would be as shameful If men bled the same way as women do.