Bleed

That aching, throbbing pain Hitting each nerve as steel meets rain Don't get me started on the nausea The fever and gosh, diarrhea Other times, it beats down with constipation And fluctuating palpitation I would do anything to trade the dysmenorrhea The thought alone gives me insomnia The painful part is endless cravings Especially of sweet or spicy foods and their delicious toppings But avoiding them, knowing they'd top up the suffering Then again, the intermittent seething aches This and more is to be expected from that cycle of horror Everyone of us have a fair share of terror