Blowing up Norman

In the lonely drizzle of a Sunday morning
was the grim realisation
everything is connected.
Stunned by this,
she took down the explosives
left at the house by some party guest,
went out and lay a set of small charges
in the hope she could detonate Norman.
He was trapped on the bridge
and simply eliminated.


No blood.
No fuss.


He just ceased to exist.


Since then she walks alone
through the sodium streets of night
waiting for it all to end;
knowing the Police are on her trail,
their bloody hounds sniffing their way to her.

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