night night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
alcaholism destroys lives...

Submitted: April 28, 2007

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He's sleeping in the back room.

 

She tiptoes down the stairs

 

Careful not to make a sound

 

With each step, a silent prayer

 

She begins to clear the debris

 

Spilt ashtray, shattered glass

 

Splinters of broken furniture

 

A torn up photograph.

 

 

Has it really come to this?

 

She asks herself once more

 

As she collects the empty bottles

 

And wipes blood off the door

 

She thinks she hears a footstep

 

Somewhere a floorboard creeks

 

She freezes, terrified listens,

 

The sound of snoring brings relief.

 

 

The living room now tidy

 

The mess all cleared away

 

Evidence of this evening's horror

 

Hidden once again

 

In the kitchen she nurses bruises

 

Before turning out the lights

 

She thanks god that she'll

 

Get a nice long sleep.

 

daddy passed out early tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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