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Post conversation analysis with my inner voice
Well, that was a disaster. I didn’t think it was so bad. Did you not hear yourself? You sounded half-mad. Rambling and mumbling, stumbling over words. Well it was difficult to hear with you talking over her, with your helpful advice like "why did you say that?" I was just trying to stop you, from looking like a complete twat. I failed, I’m afraid, but I'm working with scraps here. Easy for you to say hiding in there passing your judgements from that well-cushioned chair. You’re not the one with the hammering heart, or sweat conquering all corners of your pastel shirt, with spit in your eye and a shrivelling throat. If you had your way I'd be standing here mute. Well I may be the only one dealing in truth. I am here to provide dispassionate counsel, unsweetened morsels that may catch as you’re fed them. Rest assured though they will help you to grow up and stop you from making another show of yourself, as you did just now.
Bio: Eoin Cahill is based in Cork, Ireland. A husband and father of two boys. His work is published in Dreich Magazine. Find him on Twitter @eoinspoems