Small Secrets

They never asked me what I knew.

They thought me slightly deaf and daft.

They didn’t know what small secrets

I hid from their eyes

until they tried to kill my cat.

I called the police and showed them

knotted ropes, poison vials,

bloodied knives and axes

I’d collected at the crime scenes.

Then I drew them

maps to buried bodies.

Never underestimate

a curious woman 

who can’t sleep at night.

published in Entropy