Isolating Hell.

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

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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