Writhing between the sheets, muscles ache between each rib.

Twisting, again, in reverse, to each side, but the torment is relentless still.

Cramped fingers through my tousled hair, the pains no more, I start to fib.

Breathless, I begin to ache, and suddenly fall limp.

Backwards, finally, I slip again, into blissful pain free slumber, until the spasms render when