Monsoon
Late last year, I remember crying to a friend about something all of a sudden, and she said, stay with the feelings. At the time I thought, what does she even mean by that, what do I do, so I continued crying, and that's really what she meant.
Liquid flowing a bit too freely into the confines of my trousers today morning.
Here we go again.
Hours later, I found myself crying of course. This is really why women menstruate, we have too much hemmed in and each month, we need release. Release from reproductive material that our body knows is useless, from emotions (guilt: here's looking at you), from physical exertions that have earned us nothing but resentment.
And why is it that after the crying, it gets a little easier to breathe, but nobody tells you this?
If you can, let a woman rest.