15 June 2012
She sank alone into despair, Her make-up smudged, Grease through her hair.
A painted smile she'd learnt to fake, To cover up her poor heart ache.
Her children torn straight from her breast, Back out she went, out with the rest.
She saw the headlights getting near, Swept back her mop as he began to leer.
"Ten pounds" she said "for hand relief", Got into the car as he mumbled through his teeth.
"An angry one" she sighed inside, The care of safety had long lost died.
She needed a tenner for another score, The addiction had been fed only an hour before.
The relentless gnawing never did rest, So she fed her habit by what she did best.
He fumbled his fly and slid his jeans to his knees, She took note of his cue, acted eager to please.
Took his meat in her saliva covered hand, This didnt take her longer than planned.
The next morning she did not wake, for it wasn't the drugs, Her life he did take.
He strangled that girl, believed he was right. As he dumped her body under shining moonlight.
Suffolk Strangler • Opuss № I