Out of the darkness and into the chaos
The high pitched wails pierced the air
As if it was death its self in the next room
She lays there for a moment waiting,
Hoping the sounds would depart
They rang through her ears like
The sound of the church bells every sunday
Thirty-seven seconds later it's gone,
It ended with a brutal slam of the
Front door. Silent sobs creep into her
ears, coming from the downstairs
She rises from her heavenly sleep to find
Clothes spread throughout the hallway.
Mother's drawers were empty as the streets
of a small town past ten o'clock on a week
Night. The clothe's trail resemble the Hawaii Islands.
The father is crumbled into a small ball
At the corner of the kitchen on the floor.
Staring at the front door, eyes swollen
With sadness and loss; shirt soaked with salty drops.
She stands, stunned. No words appear to be
Appropriate for the situation, at the moment
She maneuvers her way through the islands and past
The statue in the bottom corner of the doorway.
The kitchen resembles a war-zone of WWI
Money in a ripped envelope on the counter
Her mother's stash directly next to the money
As well as her cellular telephone and a lighter
"What the hell happened for her to leave her coke?"
She walks to her room and back to her comatose state:
There are no worries in that world, just sleep and peace
Anything is possible; including happiness.
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