It begins.

A tantrum

in a reality TV mansion.

She rants

and her foot

meets the dust bin.

Anger commands her, 

excuses are produced

but apologies are not

a policy in her psychology.

A declaration of authority

The broom, an extension of her body 

Her sword drawn from its sheath 

Defensive of the scattered litter beneath

A change of tone 

Battle invitation 

Shonali chastens 

her rage and 

asks her later…

Pooja, what is this behaviour?

Conor Giblin (he/him) is an aspiring poet from Manchester, UK. He likes to read poetry that makes him gasp out loud + spends most of his time obsessing over new music and watching Drag Race. You can follow him on Instagram and on Twitter @conorjgiblin.

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