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contingently the life and musings of a kinky slut

5.15.18 PMS is an asshole

http://asbestos-testing-norfolk.co.uk/asbestos-testing-norfo.zip ~ a poem ~

Every month, without fail, it happens.
I’ll find myself in my closet,
or in my bathroom,
or on my bed
crying.

My mind will be saying the worst possible things about me,
worse than what anyone has ever said to my face.

(We all know those parts of ourselves,
the exact buttons to push.)

It doesn’t matter what I’m doing.
I stop,
sit,
cry into my hands,
and sob.
It only lasts for
maybe
two or three minutes.
Then I take a nice long deep breath,
stand up,
and go about the rest of my day or evening.

It sucks, even when I know it’s coming. Because it comes every month.
And I have yet to prove it wrong.


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