The First Words I Write

Daddy would never
hurt me. He told
me so when he booked the
last train out that
night, smiling at me

He calls my mum
punched the numbers in, watches
my eyes glaze over. He rubs his
tummy as if he's hungry.

He puts the phone down,
Smacked his hand on the desk.
My picture falls to the floor. My
face is in blue crayon,
and Daddy in red. On the
left is my sister, holding
bruises on her heart.

I look out of my windows. I
want to be a star, and
to shine out of here and I
run with my arms wide open, look
away from the glass. I
Don't step outside the door, I can
leave whenever I want to. Trust
me to be happy, but
please open your eyes when you wake up