that red time.

can't wait till that time of the month.


hormonal upheaval allows only that time of the month for me to feel overly happy, more immature than usual and just brimming with pumping blood. it reminds me of an enthusiastic pohutakawa tree yet i love the smell of burning rubbish in spring's windy shoelaces that goes with it. red means happy i am tied together as is my uterus lining which drops out in heavy globs.
i still don't have a red cardigan to shoo away the undisguised cold of september; maybe after i buy my red mug i'll get it. but then again, too much colour with too much emotion can really piss me off;   steamed bitch.