Your Worst Nightmare

Your Worst Nightmare

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.

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