Real Life Crime Fiction

Bestseller illustration

She wrote her bestseller in the belly of a train
When the trams had all gone home to roost
And the young ones were spooning in Fitzroy beds
And the coffee machines were snoring
And the graffiti figures had closed their fluorescent eyes

She wrote her bestseller in the belly of a train
About how she’d murdered her husband
One evening last Spring
And dumped his body in a council bin (glass recycling)
And felt bad she hadn’t put him in with the organics
But she’d been in a hurry, had just time to scurry
Back down the alley to her house

Leaving rubies of blood in her wake

She wrote her bestseller in the belly of a train
Wondered what jail was like
And reflected that, if Mandela could do it, so could she
And that no bars could imprison her words

The train intestine-twisted into the night
Heading nowhere.