The Psychic’s Reading

The Psychic’s Reading

The psychic told her when she’d marry

told her when the baby would arrive

he got those right

but he never said she’d kill her husband

Never saw the nights she sat alone

counting bruises, counting lies

never guessed she’d stop being scared

He spoke of love, of vows and laughter

but never saw the knife in the drawer

or the blood on the floor

And he never said she’d do life for it

Now cell walls hold her future tight

no readings left, no second sight

child in a home lost mum and dad

tragedy took everything the child had.