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 @conor.co.uk and on Twitter @conorjgiblin.