nina semen. • it’s raining, windows are open. drops gather,...

it’s raining, windows are open. drops gather, glisten in the spaces of the screen. soft darkness fills the room, thunder rumbles in the distance. i wish there was a weeping willow in my yard. i’ve always loved them, bending but not breaking beautifully under some perceived but nonexistent weight. they remind me of myself, especially right now.

i’m lonely, but not in the mood for company. i twist my curls around my fingers, stick my pinkies through my lobes and pull, scratch at a mosquito bite on my ankle that doesn’t itch anymore. i’m restless, i feel like arguing. i could rip someone to pieces with my tongue in this mood. fucking menstruation.

listening to d’angelo, hugging my knees beneath my unusually pristine sheets, i bite my lip, wonder what i can get into that i won’t regret my hormones level out.

i go outside, sit on the ground; i let the rain soak through my clothes, seep into me.