The worn leather
wrinkles under my cheek
as it has for three days now.
I spend my nights
stretched
across
two cushions,
folding in
on myself as
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Mom hasn’t come back
yet I know that she will,
because she always has.
My not-old-enough-older-sister
reminds me of this fact.
I don’t feel sad, or scared,
or maybe anything at all.
I only feel the cracks in this couch.
I stop playing with my baby dolls.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:42 AM UTC
The worn leather
wrinkles under my cheek
as it has for three days now.
I spend my nights
stretched
across
two cushions,
folding in
on myself as
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Mom hasn’t come back
yet I know that she will,
because she always has.
My not-old-enough-older-sister
reminds me of this fact.
I don’t feel sad, or scared,
or maybe anything at all.
I only feel the cracks in this couch.
I stop playing with my baby dolls.