Slamming Doors and Sleepless Nights
The car door shut hard.
I heard it come crashing through the night,
disrupting the once peaceful fog,
and coming to a rest on my bedside table.
She took a drag off her cigarette.
The smoke drew a think veil of despair
across the ever darkening, cloudless sky.
Her words were slurred, his were flat.
They drew such a swift blade.
Yelling fights tangoed through the kitchen,
water boiling in the kettle screamed.
It pierced the argument like tack on balloon.
A slap was heard.
Such a spiteful sound it created, so echoing.
It primed the ears for the car engine revving.
The wall shone with headlights, and they disappeared.
She hid in the closet.
She waited for the loud to go away,
quivering with the sobs of a work out kid.
Mommy came in, picked her up.
Bedtime.
She was so tired of the door slams
and nights of no sleep.
Couldn't they just go away for once?
I heard it come crashing through the night,
disrupting the once peaceful fog,
and coming to a rest on my bedside table.
She took a drag off her cigarette.
The smoke drew a think veil of despair
across the ever darkening, cloudless sky.
Her words were slurred, his were flat.
They drew such a swift blade.
Yelling fights tangoed through the kitchen,
water boiling in the kettle screamed.
It pierced the argument like tack on balloon.
A slap was heard.
Such a spiteful sound it created, so echoing.
It primed the ears for the car engine revving.
The wall shone with headlights, and they disappeared.
She hid in the closet.
She waited for the loud to go away,
quivering with the sobs of a work out kid.
Mommy came in, picked her up.
Bedtime.
She was so tired of the door slams
and nights of no sleep.
Couldn't they just go away for once?
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