Buried

 

I saw her, once

while everyone was sleeping

the indifference about

made her feel safe

“Show, don’t tell,” I said

and laughed at the irony

she wasn’t amused

after a lifetime of keeping

the pictures in my head

from the words in my

mouth

so in silence we stood

the victim and her warden

the baton in my hand

and a girl

imprisoned by 

doubt