When you bent down towards a rare flower
my large stone shot past your skull.
Even botany seems to be on your side!
But the impulse did not come from all the envy
that mum dripped into my ears
when she’d compared our school grades.
It was the visions I’d started having at night
and the voices that took over my will.
This morning the door was blocked
by a being with determined eyes
that squeezed into me
like a suit that was far too small.
I felt how I burst at the seams.