Wrote this a year ago. Worth preserving

A little piece to paint another portrait of childhood I wrote:

Call the Police

What do I think
About you and your stripes
That badge, that gun
That authority?

I remember Reno
The crash, the plates, the yelling.
Hiding in fear

I remember Corriston
eating lollies
in the neighbour’s living room
scared to go home.

I remember trying to reach
for the phone
on the wall

Being told off
by my Dad
Don’t ring!

I remember the blood
Going down his face
The glasses broken

The food
Sprayed across the bedroom
The hold

I remember
The car chases
The fear

I remember the spotlight
In the bushes
Is she hiding

Yes
I am hiding
From you
You scare me

Running through
the neighbourhood
Can I ever go home

I remember
hiding in the bathroom
There’s no window
to look in

We are not here
Please leave us alone
We are scared

I remember
the car
down the street
in the playground

I remember
the terror
the fear
the panic
the despair

I remember