Pushed away: Macademia Nuts

It runs on feeling at full volume with thinking switched out of the circuit, so situations detonate around it in a pattern regular enough to count as a signature. The wiring came from a household where disorder was constant and nobody ever named it, which left reaction as the only instrument in the house and reflection as something faintly disloyal. What it asks for is the one-second gap between the feeling and the response, held open long enough to be uncomfortable.

By the time I understand what happened, the room is already on fire.

It echoes Susanoo, the storm god who tore up his sister's fields and terrified the heavens in a fit he had no plan for, and was expelled for it. The form implies a task: to survey the damage as one's own weather rather than as an accident of the sky.