Salty deep aching stuff

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby
edgy and dull
and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul


Somehow I don't think Bruce Springsteen was writing about waking up in the middle of the night with the kind of period pain that sinks its teeth in slowly while you drift in and out of anxious, panicky dreams, leaving you exhausted from crying halfheartedly at the pointless terror of it all, and bruised from adopting increasingly unsustainable curled up positions involving balancing abdomen on balled fists.

But it's the best description of it I've ever come across.

joella