Streaming tearsdown my face,ever flowingnot from sadnessnor grief. A frenzy you createdwithin my body,immense emotions flying,overwhelming mewith nowhere to gobut to trickle downmy cherry-red cheeks.

In the beginning,Winter stood over me,a god with iron breath,cold as fuck,asking whether I would kneelor survive. January split my ribs openand called it birth.Blood remembered motion.The year accepted me. February came robed in red,a god who does not bargain.It taught...