Vanity. Ares

style, along with a Sax and trombone in a melody
that sounded a bit like a fragmented session of
Boris Vian’s ‘Le Desertaur’. As the music played
and I stood in the middle of the room, and out
my mouth spewed blue morning glory flower
petals. Within the room, which was empty, apart
from two chairs where Claire sat eating KFC next
to Myra sat in silence eating a Burrito, was a
mirror positioned on the wall right behind Myra.
I did not move from the shock of this. Though, in
the mirror’s reflection I saw myself as a child,
crying, but no tears were coming out of my own
eyes, just the flowers still spewing out of my
mouth. Myra then said in his deep voice: “Want
me, love me, love is between two beings,” which
prompted flashbacks of sexual intercourse
between me and Myra in my prison cell,
overtaking the previous scene and the empty
room. There was then sound of a loud trombone.
That first night I remember waking up at the
moment of all the heavy flashbacks in a cold
sweat.
I stayed up the rest of that night, laying
and staring at the grey ceiling feeling that my
mind was shrinking. It’s not the severity that it
was a crime, it was the acknowledgement that it
was a crime that I wanted. I held that Myra (aka
Tom or Dick or Harry) committed the initial
crime and I simply reacted. In my eyes I was
innocent under provocation, which I stated from
my first interview but it seemed to be dismissed.
Although I never saw PC Jabar again, he was
right in that I was only interviewed by higher
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