Z: Anonymous

i got another letter
today
unsigned
undated

it was from you
a calling card

there's quite a collection
now
they're not with me

i screw them up
and place them amongst
old tea bags and egg shells

amongst baked bean cans
and empty jars of blackcurrant
jam

i almost caught you
once
i heard the door
and rushed to open it

but you had slithered away

one day though
you won't escape

and I can tell you
to your face

that she doesn't live here
anymore

she came to escape the hate and the
pain and I sheltered
her

I know where she lives

you'll never find her