WHAT SHE EXPECTS
She sends photographs of her boat race most days
Occasionally she poses in various stages of undress
Each picture accompanied by a threatening letter
Don't you dare look at another woman she writes
Sometimes her handwriting is hard to read
Especially when she scrawls her words in blood
I really don't know what she expects of me
I'm chained to a cold damp prison wall
Rats the size of Aussie Joeys bounce around my cell
I beg the Guards to stop giving me her letters
Ignoring me perhaps to torture me
The Screws continue to post them through the bars
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