There's a lump in your throat that grows big on days like this. The house is sad. The mint leaves in your fridge have gone stale. Tiny cockroaches in the pothole are mocking you. The dishes are undone. Lights have turned pale. Social media is saddening. Especially that one poll where they ask when did people lose their virginity. I wonder if there is a right way to ask this to a rape victim? Is there a right way to write a wrong prose? Is there a way to cry without hurting? Who knows, go check the eggs. I think, the Period is coming. PMS.
