He threw the words at me from across the room.
You should’ve heard the sound they made as they
bounced off the
and s a t r d on the
h t e e
I picked them up,
took them in my arms and
tried to make sense of the mess he’d made.
I didn’t know one person could be so angry,
I didn’t know what I’d done.
He had spat the message out so quickly
I couldn’t process it fast enough.
I sorted through the mess,
picking out the important words,
the ones that sounded like him.
How Why When
could did are dare
you us we
such make try screw up
hate a the
idiot failure fool fuck
of me? up?
I just stared for a while, words still in hand,
the silence usually felt more comfortable.
I don’t know why it got to me so much this time,
it wasn’t anything unusual.
It wasn’t as bad as it had been either.
‘Just another day at the office’ I told myself.
I look back on it now, having realised that
making a home shouldn’t feel like work.
-A.Webb (first draft)