Crazy Garry pulled the blinds + fed the lions + read the lines that skipped
The page + made her dizzy, dozzy. Does she care? Does he? The answer’s
‘NO!’ It’s always ‘NO’. There’s no escape, no secret doors. There’s nowhere
She can hide. No way. She’s finished, fated, defeated. She stumbled through
The cafe doors down on all fours to loud applause — ordered a meat mandrax
+ a belladonna squash to quosh the pain. There’s a difference at madonna’s
That can carry you away. It made her day, they pumped her dry; they wiped
Her eyes. She just survived + she can prove it with her bracelet. At least
The money wasn’t wasted. But she’s defeated (nowhere to hide). Still
Defeated.
