“Look at the state of you.”
Mum joins me in the bathroom,
Lays down next to me
And holds my hand.
I cry,
Unable to move.
My insides clenching,
churning,
cramping,
eating away at itself.
Blood dripping down my leg,
The sign of womanhood
Apparently.
Would it be too big headed
To compare my
Monthly pain with the state
Of the planet
Or the governments
Of various countries?
I could be so egotistical
That I say that we’re all
Laying next to a screaming
Figure, laying on a bathroom floor.
I won’t be a ***** about it,
So I’ll just imply it.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
“Look at the state of you.”
Mum joins me in the bathroom,
Lays down next to me
And holds my hand.
I cry,
Unable to move.
My insides clenching,
churning,
cramping,
eating away at itself.
Blood dripping down my leg,
The sign of womanhood
Apparently.
Would it be too big headed
To compare my
Monthly pain with the state
Of the planet
Or the governments
Of various countries?
I could be so egotistical
That I say that we’re all
Laying next to a screaming
Figure, laying on a bathroom floor.
I won’t be a ***** about it,
So I’ll just imply it.