Dear PMS!

I love you.
I hate you.
I feel like killing, fucking, cuddling, crying, screaming,
blowing up the world - all at the same time.
Like there's a ticking bomb, sitting inside this quivering body.
Holy cramps, back pain, headache, shivers, I salute you!
Messy thoughts, exploding emotions...
Rage fading into ecstasy.
Sadness bursting into joy.
Hysterical laughter one second and profound grief the next.
I bow to you!
A touch of madness and then clarity beyond compare.
Vulnerability, nakedness of self. Seeing through the veils.
Where is the limit? No ending, no beginning.
Nothing is real, yet everything is true.
Bones aching, flesh trembling, mind becoming steady.
Seeing. Knowing. Being. Nothing left to do. Nothing left to...
Nothing. No. Thing.