Day 8.
What PMS would look like
If anger was a thing
it would be in my chest.
Red and hairy
Slightly spiky
Shouting from a mountain top
Splitting open my skull
Evaporating with tears
Or singing with abandon.
If exhaustion was a thing
It would be black as a shadow
Buried 6 feet below
Like a casket for my tired body,
Resting and giving in
Forward motion slows the process
Must take care
Lest the shadow has success.
If grief was expressed
It would be with anger
with exhaustion
With screaming.
Shouting
Screaming
Swearing
Hating
Shouting
Swearing
Shrill voice,
Exasperated from feeling,
Deep inside me beating.
Maybe it's a rise in hormones,
Surging PMT.
Better look after me
Or I'll be screaming, shouting, swearing, fucking crying, exhausted, pleading, venting, bleeding.