Tuesday, 23 April 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 23 Poem 16 The Magician

Ten years old at the window my dad smashed
with a milk bottle the night that he came home
full of wino spittle. The house became a giant box
we locked ourselves in. Me, my mum and my sister
hid like we'd found the trap doors, like we'd found
the magicians secret, the place that hides the magic.
My Dad became the magician that made us disappear

and he couldn't bring us back.

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