She woke up with a rage pulsing in her fingertips / She woke up with thunder in her blood and she couldn’t remember how it got there / but it had gotten in there / She pulled back the curtains thinking the sun would be the cure / There wasn’t any cure / But she didn’t know that yet / There was only monopolizing care / plenty of care at the urge of a button / but the sun / she thought / Surely this must be enough / so it was pulled back / highlighting every wrong / It wasn’t a cure / It was never going to be a cure / just a mirror for her to see where all the harm had gone / to remind her that it was again time to sweep it up / under the pile of unwashed clothes / under the weapons / under the reassurances / She woke up with a rage pulsing in her fingertips / She woke up surrounded by clay walls / and she had no other option / but to claw her way out