Cramp Sonnet

Cramp Sonnet

Unwanted monthly visitor, grenade
My insides, disrupt the quiet range
Of bored, sleeping pink walls paraded
Upon, caught unprepared for the change
Of wallpaper. Tear with your sharpened sword
Surrealist images, establish your mess
Of blood that you cherish as a reward.
Collapse me internally, invoke stress,
Contract dormant muscles to your delight.
Remark that the off weeks make them lazy,
Pollute them, make them hate themselves tonight.
Implant thoughts, make reality hazy,
Contort them like raveled strings of a kite.
Covertly keep happiness from their sight.