Shelter by Beatrix Crinnion, age 12
Sitting in damp and dark
Feeling a pull in my heart
Smelling sweat and fear
Seeing the tears of my parents
And the tatters of my teddy
From my squeezes, when I'm upset.
Tasting dryness in my mouth.
Thinking about Nan, poor Nan.
She's not here now.
Hearing nothing but everything.
The sound blanks my head.
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