Not Only Will I Bleed

there is no angrier despair
no self loathing more exhaustive
no other introspection so heartrending

than that of a premenstrual woman
falling prey to her hormones
as her body rages war on her vehemence
for not getting pregnant
again
this month.


every 28 days
to the fucking day
my self confidence is shattered
and my tolerance is completely shot.
for roughly six days
I am on a hypersensitive rollercoaster through emotion.
constructive criticisms that are normally appreciated
become fatal blows.
I nearly cry over the empty coffee can.
and any members of the male species that dare gaze in my direction..?

my body says to my head, WHY AREN'T YOU REPRODUCING!
and my head snaps their way
to glare with the desperate piercing eyes of a starving jaguar
that would rather risk
the extinction of her species
and devour
her mate
instead of procreate.

(men are lucky I don't have fangs.)