NaPM April 12. 2018

[Richard]

Sisters in survival


Her face blears
from the sofa cushions as I leave

‘Can’t you wait while I go
up the road for another bottle?’

We both know she’s going nowhere
that involves ‘outside’.

Soon she’ll sleep. Tomorrow
she’ll block the voices again,

tonight she’s let them in. ‘He
was such a happy baby ...’

I close her door,
open my own.

Mercedes, I quite like this one. The second last stanza packs a huge emotional punch. Nice work