Why Is She Sitting In The Back Of A Parked Police Car?

Those cold and grey late afternoons,
communally-lost days,
almost in-between Seasons.
Where children are always seen
running away from playgrounds
rather than towards them
… silently.
Stray dogs sense ‘No Help’
and seek avoidance only,
whilst scavenging for scraps
not there.
This is the Bleak Timeframe
she gave into Instinct
and nailed herself to Eternal.
Stepping into Curator’s shoes,
of a Nightmare…
outside of God’s… gentle… reach.
Long after the Interviews,
cheers from the Public Gallery,
and back-and-fore
blacked-out van window rides
… they will still want to know
everything about her.
Favourite lipstick, books, movies,
if she prefers animals to humans?
… and why she lost Control,
so Brutally…
that the entire Neighbourhood
took four whole days
to talk again above nervous whispers.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.