
i’d like to start off this post by shouting out my friend Anna
this one is for you lol
every month i want to disappear into a hole
and never come out
i want to ball up into nothingness
and never be found
every month my reason for living is reset
idk why i’m alive
every month i spiral out of me
and then back into me
emerging on the other side
like a bipolar butterfly
forgetting the blah-ness that life was
in the midst of
my menstruation.
crazy how this happens every month
to various degrees,
but every month, nonetheless,
and every time,
it feels like it’s my first time.
memory of a goldfish,
both bliss
and
torment.
an ode to womanhood.
Anna, i didn’t expect this post to be about what it’s about lol
but i’m glad i wrote it
and i’m glad for you 🙂
I wanna know what you think