The intrigue
the plain brown envelope
the name misspelt
the address sketchily penned
with malevolence
by some unknown hand
Interesting
The opening
the folded white A4
the photocopied sheet
no prints but mine then (clever)
the six lines of loathing
magnified in black ink
Really?
The follow up
the police the questions
the who why what when
of the perpetrator
the forensics
the underlying threat
For F***’s sake
The aftermath
the wondering
the knowing that life
has altered just like that
the boiling anger at the risk
you suddenly need to take
just to put your name at the bottom of a bloody poem
Editor’s note: This poem was first published in The Lothlorien Poetry Journal
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