“Oh dear, that sounds terrible.”
“I’m not really sure what to do about that.”
Well thank you very much, you’ve been very helpful.
Nighttime is worst. Shrill, laughing, screaming, piercing my eardrums, a rapier through my brain.
Rapier. Rape. No-one is listening. No-one will help.
A copper pot about to boil over. The rattling and clattering of the heavy lid enraging the voices still further. For now, I can keep the lid on.
For now.