black rain glistens on the window panes

as she looks out on unfenced existence,

at the the life that never was, outside

her eyes shine like stars beneath the lights

turned on by mom before she went off on one

these men hunched up, collars pulled tight, 

detectives steaming under these high ceiling lights;

 a woman in high heels clutches mummy's bag

unsteadily she shudders, she will never recover,

mascara slides down her face, her hair is loose

police sirens disguise her sobbingly loud breath

drawing closer to her, the woman shivers once,

looks at the blood on her hands, her clothes, her hair,

they sob in unison: there's paperwork to be done.

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