London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

Composure.

She told me I have more rage than her
When I tell you I’ve never seen anybody get angrier faster
There’s no time to get out of her way, before you know it that smile’s replaced with disgust and she spits poison

I stayed calm
Talked slowly
Pronounced my words clearly so that she could understand me

She slammed her fist onto the counter four times
Used her entire body
I knew she was imaging it was my head
But just so I was sure, she let me know it

I stayed calm
Talked slowly
Asked her to talk to me

She sat for a moment shaking, her mind working over time
‘she thinks she’s better than me, she thinks she’s perfect, I didn’t have to give birth to her, who does she think she is’
Seconds passed and she was back on her feet pacing, she didn’t know what she was doing but she wanted to escape, to get away from me
She threw something over
Slammed a door
Hit the counter

I stayed calm
Talked slowly
Started to give up

She sat down and held her wrist, wouldn’t look at me
Kept contradicting herself and claimed she was confused but she wasn’t
It wasn’t confusion, she just knew she was wrong, she knew that she was making things up
She knew I wasn’t what she claimed
She kept screaming

I stayed calm
Talked slowly
Walked away.

Let Me Explain.

Those Days.