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
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