her mother arrived at eight
through the door
dusting off the cold
and accepting her greeting
she told her
he’d been attacked
by hooded creatures
who were just looking for fun
and a phone to call a hooker on
the one who smelled of vanilla
they liked her

they’ll burn in hell
she said
bad people always did

the verdict was;
a broken jaw
fractured bones
scars and bruises
and he’d lost a litre of blood

oblivions for two days
with only an empty bed to ponder

only mumbling a few questions
at the incident
questions that weren’t answered
she finally disappeared
into her sanctuary
locking the door
turning up her music

she scared herself
when she finally admitted
she wasn’t sympathetic
neither was she angry

she didn’t feel a thing