Interrogation Draft
She associated herself with all the wrong people. Poor girl, worth so much more than she had. You can’t blame her really, with parents like hers. Never taught her right from wrong, in fact, they never taught her much at all. Mandy was so young, she had no instincts. Even in a town like San Ramon, she didn’t have a prayer to save her.
Can you elaborate entailing to the parents?
Classic case of neglect. Father had many mistresses, stayed out late, when he was home he was hardly sober. Mother stayed with her boyfriend two towns over. I don’t know much about her now, but I knew her mother from highschool. She was a raging bitch, I’ll tell you. Slept with as many boyfriends as she could, and trust me, they were never hers. Anyone could’ve guessed the family would end fucked up. Sometimes its hard to say who’s the victim in this whole ordeal.
This ordeal being Mandy’s disappearance?
Well sure, when you put it like that it appears obvious. However, you have me thinking, Mister…
Cleveland
Yes Mister Cleveland, I’m thinking back now, and I’m seeing three rows of meticulously planted yellow pansies torn from their newly sprouted roots in my own front yard, and I’m seeing Mandy’s shiny new bike 10 yards away, building speed. And I’m remembering Diane Becker whispering to me during Sunday church about her baby Judah who was found high off his mind in Terrace Park, who in the hospital begged to see Mandy with tubes stuck in him. And I can’t help but fail to ignore all the soccer carpool gossip I heard coming from the back seat, almost always centered around Mandy and the latest reason she was suspended. Mister Cleveland, I’m sorry but I seem to have missed a key factor to my statement. Mandy wasn’t a good kid. She caused this town nothing but stress. She may have been young, and she may have been a product of poor parenting, but Mandy Quinn had it coming.
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She and He
(she)
And as trees pass my vision
The glaring sun covers and uncovers my sight
Into blue patterns,
Frightful and expected.
But the tormenting is painful,
The distraction overbearing.
(he)
And as she walks away
Her feet hitting grey
Her hair flying, soaring,
And glowing with such ambition,
Slows to a halt.
So I lust not in her shapes and edges
But in the way she is one with the light
The way her aura is overbearing,
Encapsulating me entirely
(she)
So I stop moving and let the sun remain,
Doing its dues and
Encapsulating me entirely
I remember the words that were spoken
The pleads and denials and the way the sun hit them
The way it disguised such an ugly thing
I wonder why light can be so deceiving
And maybe if darkness is feared
Because it is honest
And bare
(he)
I remember her presence
Our touching shadows
My envious skin
How deceived I felt then by such a pretty thing
And now I yearn for her closeness
Even in the face of deception
For even that pain is preferable to my current state
Hit by the sun, I am scorched, and dark
And bare
(she)
But I walk just the same
As I did my whole life
Leaving the boy who once knew no hurt
Who held me so softly
Even when my body stung
Leaving the superficial light and the all-knowing darkness
My feet hitting grey
The color of my heart
(he)
But I stand just the same
As I did my whole life
Praying with my all she’ll return
My body longing for her sting
My mouth crying for her sweet sorrow
Her scorching, everlasting glow
The tormenting may be painful
The sun a superficial light
But it’s backdrop is blue
The color of my heart
She and He
(she)
And as trees pass my vision
The glaring sun covers and uncovers my sight
Into blue patterns,
Frightful and expected.
But the tormenting is painful,
The distraction overbearing.
(he)
And as she walks away
Her feet hitting grey
Her hair flying, soaring,
And glowing with such ambition,
Slows to a halt.
So I lust not in her shapes and edges
But in the way she is one with the light
The way her aura is overbearing,
Encapsulating me entirely
(she)
So I stop moving and let the sun remain,
Doing its dues and
Encapsulating me entirely
I remember the words that were spoken
The pleads and denials and the way the sun hit them
The way it disguised such an ugly thing
I wonder why light can be so deceiving
And maybe if darkness is feared
Because it is honest
And bare
(he)
I remember her presence
Our touching shadows
My envious skin
How deceived I felt then by such a pretty thing
And now I yearn for her closeness
Even in the face of deception
For even that pain is preferable to my current state
Hit by the sun, I am scorched, and dark
And bare
(she)
But I walk just the same
As I did my whole life
Leaving the boy who once knew no hurt
Who held me so softly
Even when my body stung
Leaving the superficial light and the all-knowing darkness
My feet hitting grey
The color of my heart
(he)
But I stand just the same
As I did my whole life
Praying with my all she’ll return
My body longing for her sting
My mouth crying for her sweet sorrow
Her scorching, everlasting glow
The tormenting may be painful
The sun a superficial light
But it’s backdrop is blue
The color of my heart