Here I lie
in this cramped fashion.
My feet are
contorting
and
twisting
to fit in
this bed.
My arm dangles from
the side,
my back screams
and
protests
these
pains
and
these
stresses.
All of this
sensation races
through
my body,
leaving little
trails of
spasms, cramps,
tiny needle ******.
Here I lay
in this wonderful fashion,
forever thankful.
Because this small bed
leaves no room for
the phantom feelings
of your body on mine.