Terry Miller Poet Fibonacci

The Victim

?

No!

“Why?”
She asked

“Was it Me?”

The policeman stared.

“hand over your phone, please, lady.”

“Can you tell me why you were walking alone at night?

She looks helplessly around the bare white room; there is no help, there never is, will be.

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Andrea Dietrich February 8, 2024 at 1:16 PM yes, it's often this way. I just saw a good show on this theme called Miranda's victim, the story behind "miranda rights" He was a real scumbag Terry Miller February 26, 2024 at 8:48 AM Sadly it is the way far too often, thank you for reading, some of my poems are not always easy reading.

Joseph May January 23, 2024 at 4:08 PM They often seem to blame the victim, Nicely done Terry Miller January 26, 2024 at 4:24 AM Thank you Joseph it is a sad truth.