Starting at the End

On the 12^th Day of Christmas my stalker gave to me:

12 pictures of me on holiday in Wales,

11 items from my dustbin,

10 nuisance phone calls,

9 copies of “Love Actually”,

8 drowned kittens (“had a bad day today”),

7 unidentifiable objects (burnt),

6 ml “of my blood”

5 copies of Thomas à Kempis’s “The Imitation of Christ” with key passages 

  “which remind me of you” highlighted in green,

4 flat tyres,

3 veiled death threats,

2 tickets to see Gary Barlow,

And a disturbing sense of my own vulnerability.