I don't remember much but the detective going mad trying to unclasp hands, reaching for air and major Metcalf saving me what i remember most is running, running for your embrace looking up into your face that i'd never thought I'd see again I was giddy with joy and shaking with fright you hold me close, i explain how i once taught the children that i couldn't help. how i thought you were the murderer and you hold me tight tell me it's alright that's when they dim the lights
a poem very heavily inspired by the play Mouse trap by Agatha Chritsie. (my school did a production of this and i played Mollie)