Cave Woman

The household noises
in the wee hours
of the night
ignites rage
in me

I lie in bed
eyes closed
grinding my teeth
a fire ball
rises from my stomach
to my chest
melting the tight strings
sends flames to my throat
choking my screams
ascends further to my head
ants on a hot plate
burnt smoke smell
in the air

I realise
probably
I am a cave woman
Urban living
with others
will eventually execute
self-destruction

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa