Thought Crime 2
by Daniel Guy In a cold, black, heartless night Three little maids in long white dresses Stand in a line at the end of the lawn Each looking up at an upstairs light Frank sits on his empty bed In his vest, finishing a cigarette Sad eyes blink at an empty wall Wishing he was dead Under a blanket he hides Curls up tight, his body clenched Knowing he will not find sleep Before they come, the ghosts outside She holds out the back door key The others follow her up to the house Silently they step inside Three little maids to set him free Fists tight as waves of gloom Flood once more into his brain Poor Frank suffering in silence again Night after night in his lonely room Three little maids form a bedside queue One pulls off the blanket slow Another one spits into her hands They know exactly what they must do Frank, ashamed, lies quite still Feels their warm breath on his skin Turns and lies out on his back If they can’t h...