Wilderness

She waved her arms;
animatedly
to drive home
her pointless points


her voice raising
her pitch quivering
I had to hastily
stop myself


from listening
to her
rant/rave
fret/chafe


For I have been
there
before
and I didn't like it


The untamed
wilderness of
her thoughts
the unchecked


quicksand
of her festering
grudges
she lived


in a world
where innocuous
remarks
became


monolithic
behemoths
of destruction
where


she was the prey
and
everyone else
a vulture.


Over reacting
to
people/situations/
remarks/events


she lived in a world
of isolation
peopled by
her thorny


deductions
and
psychotic
neuroses.