JOSIANE DOE
- Jul 24
- 1 min read
By Virginie Bernard
My boyfriend worked at a women’s shelter
One night, Josiane’s ex-husband sneaked in
And pressed a gun against my man’s forehead
Desperate for his wife back, high on cocaine
To protect her from that lovelorn gunman
She was moved to a top-secret address
A flat where she let in a bunch of bums
The stage for raw Dionysian chaos
At some point, they sobered up and killed her
Decapitated her, stole her money
Next dumped Josiane’s head in the river
Leaving her dead body at the crime scene
The bums were sure that with her head cut off
No one would identify Josiane