LV
JOHN JAMES:
"I was at home
during that time.
Alone and lying
on my bed,
On that tragedy,
way past nine,
Had so many things
in my head."
LVI
His stiff stance remained
all through out.
He did not move
nor shed a tear.
He spoke so soft,
was never loud.
Or was he all set
to be here?
LVII
PARAGON:
She tried to see
if he would blink.
If any mood
from him would swing,
And see if she would
win the trick.
"And what were those
so many things?"
LVIII
But then
there was no difference.
His action's,
emotion's the same.
Like one
of those belligerents,
Only silently
fighting tame.
LIX
JOHN JAMES:
"Things that concern
how I must look.
Things that concern
the sport I play.
Things that concern
school and my books.
What else
do you want me to say?"
LX
PARAGON:
Unmoved,
but then her eye had twitched.
She felt all remorse
and pesky.
She then calm,
but at him she hissed,
"With all you said,
where was Mary?"
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoezjaWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
