Belly Cramps 1 Week Before Period

Sunset

He walks away fast now. Each step resounds more dim, the image disappears and remains a sweet melancholy that tears at the bowel, is the flavor of an hour last kiss on his lips wet with tears, the desire is never appeased his light touch on my body already dissolves , which is already crumbling due to its absence. The night comes, to fill the dark spaces of light, I am nothing now, the darkness envelop me and I just have to howl at the moon.