London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

So I’m repulsed by kindness
I expect your disinterest

But it is just voices in the dark and it is not you.

It’s illogical but my fear of almost dying is worse than my fear of dying.

What existed beside resentment and regret and anger?

I restrain myself and go numb, dissociate so I can’t feel the hate and pain.

I will walk towards freedom from her heavy hand, from her poisonous words. I will make a life for myself that is filled with goodness.

The little girl who creates these far reaching magical links and people look at her like she’s crazy.