No warning at all,
Right, you’re for it,
Look of a monster;
It’s just as well,
That I was great at running away,
Fuelled with adrenaline,
And absolute terror,
Up the stairs, into the bathroom,
Lock the door, out of the window;
Down the street, around the corner,
Not a chance in the world of keeping up;
Up the stairs, into my bedroom,
Barricade the door, steps as follows—
Big wooden toy box,
Between the door,
And the bed,
Absolutely no chance of getting past all that,
Apart from the day when he smashed down the door,
With a hammer,
Just like in The Shining 😨;
I don’t care what others used to tell me,
My family was fucked,
As far as I could tell!
“Are you coming to counselling, Robin?
To talk about you?
And you alone?
…What, why on Earth would we look at ourselves!?”;
That lasted long (about 2 sessions).