Too much noise and a sadness that followed you room to room. You liked the balcony, but wouldn’t go outside. You wanted a series of rails along the walls. Body in slumped lumps, your eyes darted about, asking questions that sounded like pleas. Like me, want me, take me. A certain type of direct enquiry repels, makes me recoil, but you wouldn’t know. You aimed, drew back and shot. As it hit, venom rose. It was like tasting something not consumed since childhood. It brought anxiety with it, as much as anger. I closed the door behind as you left.