Neglect

The house is lying quietly
And I'm blending with the darkness
Staring blankly into the black
Not willing to open the blinds and reveal the ugliness

I slide my legs to hang over the edge
Chill bumps rise
I remember being afraid that the monster under the bed
Would pull me under
But that's stupid, so I push the child inside of me away

Climbing up the stairs barefoot
Noticing the cold shades of grey touching everywhere
Nobody's home again
I yawn and run my fingers through my dirty hair
I decide I'm not hungry...again

I head into the living room
When I plop down on the couch, dust rises then falls
I sneeze, I sniff, and try to turn on the lamp on the stand next to me
CLICK, CLICK, no light

I lie down and curl into a tight ball
Knowing nobody's home because my footsteps still echo in the lonlieness
I'm crying tears made of stone and the child inside of me is there again
Waiting for someone, anyone, to come back home

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