It's that time of the month again
My period colours my soul that West African skin tone
I find solitude in my imaginary tree house
Mental calisthenics have me traversing the hidden compartments of my memory
It's vast and open. It's beautiful and dark
It's dark. Okay, now it's only dark
Why?
I see her
There is a nagging sound that soothes me
Mother nature has opened her legs to shower us
Cracked skylines
I like how the water droplet rolls down the window i'm looking through
I tell her we should go where trains go to die
Where we could watch the night gut and spill the blood of the day into the sky
Where her shine will make the sun squint its eyes
She kissed my cheek and could taste my tears
"It will be alright," she says.
And quoted Buzz Lightyear
"To infinity, and beyond"
