She breathed onto the window, and
stared as the steam smeared her view,
slowly dissolving to droplets
dawdling down the pane and puddling.
Her eyes were stretched. She shook
from the horror of knowing, that
he was here all day, all night
by order of the British government.
A Pandora’s box opened by a virus,
would whittle further her frail
form and she freaked out, as the
forced isolation threatened her life,
for he would come, as always
and no escaping to school now,
no safety and behaving normal for
a while. She could hear his approach,
an ogre in her ocean of tears.
His partner would be no less a
predator as she bathed her and
blanketed her back in her bed.
Tears trickled down her cheeks
and tracked through, down her
throat, while her stomach clenched
and crying she whispered, let me die.
The face on the TV had said, “Stay in,
stay safe.” but how can they know,
of silent children, unsafe, imprisoned
in a sadistic paedophile’s den.
Cry out for her, shout out for them,
do not let them be unheard,
for the abuser lurks and cheers
as a child is forced to stay in.
If you have been affected by this contact the NSPCC 0800 1111
or for those over 18 0808 800 5000