At first,
He was charming and kind.
Then things started to happen,
That made me think,
He’s not right in the head.
He was becoming obsessive.
Mum was hiding inside.
I was at the gate.
It was one of those metal barricades,
Bars like a prison door.
I said mum didn’t want to see him.
My kitten walked through the bars
Onto the footpath.
He grabbed the cat like this!
See!
Like this!
Snapped its neck.
Testosterone is a strange energy, hey?
I was completely infatuated with her.
I’d never felt that way about anyone.
I went to hundreds of psychics and mystics,
They all told me the same thing,
She’d been my mother in a past life.
I’ve been dreaming about her a bit.
I think she’s passed.
I gifted her some pottery years ago,
Wrapped it in a scarf.
I dreamt she sent me a parcel.
Inside was the scarf.
Just the scarf.
I felt almost nothing,
Which was a relief to me.
He dragged me by the hair one night.
I had never been scared of him physically.
It was the emotional stuff that got to me.
He pulled me down the hall.
I let out this roar, from deep inside me.
Guttural.
The sound was completely primal.
There was a hammer on the table.
I thought I might bash his head in.
He looked at me,
Looked at the hammer,
Took it off the table,
And left.