day twenty-one...pms and change and silence


and cranky
and fragile...
pms feels like it is running
rampant
through my veins
{like poison}
{like molten lead}
{like citric acid}
close to tears
at every turn...

i need to shift gears
i need to let go
i need to take a step back
away from myself
so i can really
see
myself.

deep breath
eyes closed
letting go

pause

and do it again.