Nara
Zephania's house is only
a few house down from mine,
so it doesn't take me long to get there.
Beer bottles litter the living room floor,
and the tangy smell of musk
fills the house.
Mom is out cold on the couch,
info commercials
still playing on the TV.
When I click the TV off,
she stirs
but doesn't wake up.
I walk up the creaky stairs
that lead to my room.
I guess everyone has their own demons.
