The Hung Jury

The punchline? She had a baby; That's why the bed was covered in blood. No murder in sight. She gave birth to a girl, much like herself. Only more appealing, less threatening. Wrapped in a blanket to keep out the cold hearted, the scared and lonely. Hidden from her true self. She left this child, herself in your hands, and vanished into the wind, never to be seen again. Now no one will ever know who she really was.
But she made one mistake. The bed was stained where she brought to life her new found smile. It was a fake smile, but all around loved it enough to never question. But in that room, I found the truth, She left it untouched. Maybe she wanted someone to find it. Someone to see what she's done. Maybe to be found herself? I don't know. I can't seem to find her. Only this child of fantasy. A beautiful, bright as the sun, girl. But even the sun goes down at night.
The moon can bring out the damned and slain. And in the light of the stars, the wind whispers. In it's voice I can hear her cry. I can see her tears. But she never wants the world to know. Not again. Not ever again. But I know. And I'll find her. Bring her back to life.
For now, with all her "friends" as the jury, they find the verdict; Not Guilty. Although it's a lie, a charade. They only see the life that was brought out of a fairytale. When honestly
It's the death that rings the world silent. She left and no one ever notice.
But I did. I can feel her. I don't believe in this....imaginary child of the day. I believe in the beautiful sight of the woman of the shadows. And I will find her.
As the case goes cold, I'll follow the night to find her eyes. I'll never give up. She is a part of me.
And I'll never let her go. Not without a fight.