Was it I who threw the deafening blow?
Fingers clasped around the brick,
Horrified gasps leaving my lips—
That is a secret only we three know.
Or was it I who, surviving hell,
Decided this is the last blood-stained time,
Disgusted with his body in mine—
That is a secret we will never tell.
Or was it I who, desperate to save
My best friend from a life she does not deserve,
For I would rather suffer than let suffering touch her—
That is a secret we will take to our grave.
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Late to the dVerse Poetics Tuesday prompt, but it piqued my muse’s interest and I had to write something for it.
“Mugging For The Camera” Prompt: Choose one of these 1920s mugshots that “speaks to you”. You can be the person talking to us, or put the person in a poetic “Wanted” poster. Or tell us a tale in verse that “spins” around the mug shot you select.
I chose this mugshot because it immediately sparked an idea that these three women were partners in crime.