Breaking

“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 bitch about it,

So I’ll just imply it.