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Jul 2017
When shall we
three meet again?  
Maggie said,
sitting in the bath,
sensing the hot water
about her limbs.

The two nurses,
one large, blonde haired,
the other tall and slim,
looking scared, did not reply,
but stood either side
of the woman, criminality insane,
watching her every move.

When shall we meet again?  
Maggie repeated, eyeing
the red soap, brushing
her lips again the red,
remembering Jamie
her lost lover, whom
she murdered, now dead.
At woman in an asylum.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  72/M/England
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