I will lay flowers for the girl in room thirteen.

In my shame of playing armchair detective,

having trudged the streets

in which her story

was told, I, like countless others,

forgot there was a human being

and not a story, a puzzle to solve,

that sang such songs of haunting sorrow

in room thirteen.

 

The long since forgotten grave, unmarked

and without any ceremony

since the day she was blessed by the Earth

should hold testament to the despise we

should hold to the Victorian era