where did the moon go?

seven. -

his hands were strong
they were as big as a lions paw
his fingers stretched out
palms blemished with callousness

his voice was strong
it could reach to places
that i couldn't hide from
when it boomed,
everyone knew

crash
a dish
my favorite tea cup
flying across the room
at the only parent who cared for me

she spent that whole night
in tears, gluing it back together

you may look at my face
see the scar on my left cheek?
you might have guessed
who caused it

it wasn't an acne scar
no, i didn't cut myself
i was at the wrong place
at the wrong time

that's all i have to say