Fiend.

This is what dysmenorrhea looks like. A tangled mess of what is supposed to be the sweetness of life and the propagation of the human race, painted over a dark chocolate brownie with my unmatched imprecision.

Dear Uterus,
I try to live with you, but you're making this hard. Why don't you team up with the appendix and coccyx and take a long vacation until evolution kicks in?
Love?
Ishika