Filicide

His speech

is as perfunctory

as his prose.

She returns her

phone to her

gilded handbag.

The shower curtain

has ripped free

of half its hooks.

I stand in the cramped gap

between the bed

and the dressing table.

I bang the door shut

and run along

the humid corridor.

I step off the patch of light

outside the hotel

and run to the flyover.