Knew better than to run. One more arrest.
Not a big thing. Once policemen had seemed old
Like her big brother who had hurt her. Cold
the night, cell would be warm. Cough in her chest
they’d pour hot tea. They cuffed her. Cuffs were tight.
They stood close. Breath hot. Took her to a cell
One stroked red hair. Touched breast. She felt him swell
against her leg. They did not take all night.
Outside a Judas laugh told them her past.
Hair pulled. Breast punched. A fist against her jaw.
Held not in lust. For several hours more
kicked her and cursed her. Pissed on her at last.
So never trust those fine young men in blue
they did to her. Might do the same to you.