Hit Object


Sitting on the stool spin round
- Hit object
Turn away think it's her leg,
But it's not part of her, it's another thing.
I reckon it's a chair (its leg)
But I look down to check;
There's a small child crouching on the floor,
Bare naked,
Its head in its knees.
Arms wrapped legs up, in a ball,
Silent,
Breathing pushing its spine up.
I am stunned.
I turn back and say nothing
The people keep talking
They haven't said a word about this child.
I'm suddenly terrified.
But these people are my friends...
What is going on?

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