It comes.
Again.

A soft thud hitting in the lower abdomen, turning to a dull aching that keeps growing. You feel the heaviness of your swollen insides,and the next thing you know it's there.

You stare at the tiny spot-that's the evidence, that's the sign, your own stigmata. That's the curse that has passed through generations to reach you. Now it is your curse. That's why you bleed. Vulnerable and exposed, your entire frame cracks and aches. You're soiled with blood and dirt and constantly aware of pain-that's how you know you're alive, that's what it's like to be human. A female.

You get one every month and it always brings you down to the earth, never letting you forget that pain is an inseparable part of life. You were born in pain, through pain you will go, every piece of bread you will earn with sweat, you'll be torn by pain over and over again, and you'll give birth to a new life in pain. And the cycle
will repeat once again...the doors to paradize have been shut behind you. You will bear the curse till the end, because if pain is what makes life real [you MUST feel it, all the way through, acknowledging that the only alternative is death.]