Dream Poem 79: The Girl Who Wasn’t There In a small back to back house a young adult is staying with us. She is dangerous. We are looking after her but I’m afraid She is Hard, unfeeling, uncaring. One of ours has gone missing The girl has sealed the woman inside a cardboard box And fastened her behind a wall Walled her and boxed her. It takes us days to work out where the woman is And when we finally breakthrough the wall it stinks And the woman’s body is emaciated and covered in her own faeces. I am more scared of the girl now walking down stairs I see she is there, lying on the floor She looks at me with hate in her eyes. “You should go upstairs out of the way You are indecent like that No one wants to see you” I go upstairs I’m really upset The girl is always listening. And as I looked at her, she disappeared – became invisible But it meant she was everywhere and nowhere Listening malevolently. We have to get rid of...