Daytime

She is calm, still

In an everlasting pose

Just a poster of a lady

In black

At night

You have top look up

To see

Not silence — as before

She compels you to stare

While hazy arms are gripped

Around her

Pearly, precious neck

And inside you

She chokes and screams

Yet you are unable to help

Hours in time later

Tears

Now damp on the pillow have potioned you to sleep

And while you dream

You know deep within

It was not she that screamed

But you

By Helen, Lucy and Charlotte