She’s everywhere, is she old? You can’t tell.
She never ages nor is she young, she is Time itself.
The way she bleeds, all over the sheets and the bed and your skin.
Run.
Just run. Get rid of her.
Run until your sweat washes off all those bloods, then you’ll finally see:
It’s in vain! She isn’t behind, she’s under you, visible in an invisible way.
Just look at her.
She’s the incarnation of the seasons, so as she blooms, and dies at the same moment.
She was born in death and dies from birth so as you were born by her and died of her.
Then you finally understand, you’re haunted.
Go find your mom, they said. And you did.
Mom, I’m haunted. Yes dear, so am I, I’ve been haunted for years.
Mom, aren’t you scared? Yes dear, I was, I am, I will.
What is it, can you make it stop? No dear, how can I? It’s the“Monsteruation”.
Mom, isn’t it Mensteruati… SHHHH! Dear! Never! Say! Its! Real! Name!
Every single month. The Monster kills you.
You are never the same as you were, never.
There’s something inside you, people know it, but they keep quiet.
The automatic bleeding, the uncontrollable mood swings, your body monsterized.
Then you wake up again, with your new body, alive.
The Monster resurrects you.
You can now bleed without a wound.
She keeps you alive and dead, makes you weaker and stronger.
Stop running.
Just look at her.
Beneath the blood-stained surface,
there is a blurred face waiting to be called by its true name.
Stay.
Just Look at her.
Wait.
Until you clearly see her smile.
– Kao Ke Hsin