When mother won't
be watching
that's when his tongue
will become a razor
- forbidding me
 to cry for help

He is the sleuth
in my detective novel
aiming at our love
with that black revolver
loaded with jealousy

But within the mysteries
of the 50's
it's not easy to know
how mother couldn't see
through his black and white
façade;

He simply pulls the trigger
and wets his trench coat
with broken dreams