In the end, it’s always poetry

at the beginning of some new transformation

chemical process of metamorphosis

of physical pain into metaphor.

The diary of one human being

a woman on the planet Earth

through menstrual cycle

a tsunami of impulses of pain

and all possible self-defense techniques.

Archive, tool, experiential act

through compressed thought of poetry

compressed poetic thought

sharp blade as a mirror of self-reflection

on which edge I dance.