clotted blood matting locks of hair onto
a fragment of skull protruding from the gash –
sharp yelps of pain as the woman tries to
comb her whorl with dry-blood besmeared fingers –
she mocks the people on that train to London,
vexed as she cannot find her bearings –
her breath is rank with stale beer –
her man shouldn't have hit her –
Long agony amidst aghast people –
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