She yelled at the top of her ecstatic voice
from the back of Courtroom No. 3.
At her Mother who was stood in the dock
with her shaking hands up to her face,
looking like she’d been struck by lightning.
The ‘You have been found guilty
by a jury of your peers and I sentence you
to five years in Her Majesties Prison’.
Was still echoing around the building,
sonic-booming between the wigs and gowns
of the paper shuffling Barristers and Solicitors.
“I begged you to stop, you Evil Bitch!
I warned you that your day would come,
that those lies which you thought you were
weaving oh so cleverly were in reality
just strengthening your very own noose.
You will not remotely handle prison,
I know you much better than that.
Your masks and disguises are useless now,
I am liberated by your comeuppance,
and I hope that they torture and break you!”

Written by Paul Tristram


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