[poem] F.Y.C.

I cringed.
My hands gripped the sheets so tight.
I wanted to shout,
but I couldn’t.

I turned, tumbled and twisted.
My breath in between seconds of air.
I wanted to cry out,
but no tears fell.

So helpless,
as my strength is being drained.
I listened to myself whimper
as the bed creaked from movement.

I cringed.
My hands gripped the sheets so tight.
I shouted,
“FUCK YOU CRAMPS”.