Your Worst Night Mare

I am your night mare

bitch in heat   volcanic

ash   budding embers

laying-low until next time.

 

Dishes   pots and pans

full food cans

flung across the room

puts ‘I love you’ to the test.

 

Do you pass or fail

to see the light of day

each time   you look that way

and see me there?

 

Your Worst Nightmare.