my arms flap
I find it hard to breathe
all my muscles tighten
in desperation
in frustration
it feels like someone
is trying to take away me
my experiences are mine
you cannot take away me
if I feel pain
then it is my pain
yes, other people feel pain too
but my pain is my own
it doesn’t lessen in comparison
because I am me
and only me
unique in every way
Copyright January 2020
my day
filled with serial killers
the true kind
not Dexterish
I think of power
the desire to control
and the urge to cause pain
I like to scratch mozzie bites
until they bleed
exquisite pain and itch together
but I wouldn’t scratch yours
not for all the tea in china
Copyright January 2020
the steady patter on the roof
not possums or cats
the steady patter on the roof
not my heart beating wildly
the steady patter on the roof
rain
Copyright January 2020
pee-air
I say to the shop assistant
correcting her appalling pronunciation
someone corrected me last week
she says
Oh. Um. That was me.
I think back to the lecture
not the soft ch ch ch
but the hard ker ker ker
she insinuates that I’m rude
as I leave the shop
barely listening
taking my autism shopping
Copyright January 2020
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