The Cravings

By: Kat Cabula

It’s that time of the month again; The bleeding, the mood swings, the breakouts, the cramps

But worst of all, The cravings For something sweet, something salty, something familiar

Something warm, something safe. Every carb ingested just hugs my body like a teddy bear

And sticks like a permanent sharpie The cravings For anything that will give me endorphins For anything that will make me forget The cravings.