Poetry

Appointment time

dragonink90

Panic. Pre-empting.

All the conversations in my head

overlapping, overcrowding

flashing up memories of childhood.

The willow tree. School gates.

My dad having to leave after accompanying the school

to swimming.

Her face. Her voice. Her screaming in my ears.

It’s all raw. Still raw.

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I'm an autistic author of fantasy and speculative fiction, and also a poet.

2 thoughts on “Appointment time”

    1. Thanks. The appointment itself actually went okay, even though I got a bit hyper and was gabbling. But the wait up to it and the exhaustion after – eugh. It’s done now though, so I can rest up a bit.

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