LXI
His finger flicked
for a second.
Though it was
unnoticed before.
But recording
clearly mentioned,
The veiled movement
that was ignored.
LXII
JOHN JAMES:
"Before she had left
we spoken,
On that tragic night
way past nine.
She looked
perfectly unbroken,
Perfectly happy
and benign."
LXIII
The Paragon knows
a slugger,
That's the kind
of athlete he is.
As always,
hitting for power,
Convinced home runs
on every pitch.
LXIV
PARAGON:
"This is not
the sport that you play.
This is not
baseball nor a game.
For every bat you swing
and sway,
You either score
or lose your aim."
LXV
She did not dare
hit the replay.
She had already seen
enough.
It's going to be
a long day,
But only one's hand
will be cuffed.
LXVI
And even though
it's cold outside,
Her emotions started
to burn.
The pitch was one strike
to one stride.
Now,
it's another player's turn.
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoezieWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
