Desk talking

The monthly red patch 1

And there it was, the unwanted feeling below my naval. The pain of the beast, roaring, trying to be heard from inside my stomach.
It's worse than child birth not that I've been through it but I assume.
I quickly rush to the toilet with a pink pad, it's a race between the first drop of blood and my legs.
I get to the toilet but I can't tell who won.
I was done, the pad on, the toilet flushed, the door unlocked, my hands washed.
There it is, the first drop of redness on the fresh, ready to absorb pad. A thought appears in my mind, 'this is the start to a shitty week'. And there they are, feeling as if I'm constantly being stabbed, period cramps. I think period cramps were originally from hell, the wicked pains in my stomach. The constant pain, always having me wondering when it is all going to end. One second they're gone and the next they're here.
I can feel the the blood flowing more constant, more heavier. The ache, more stronger.
I sit there cradled up trying to take the excruciating pain away.