I walk in,

my father looking

numbly at the lit

computer screen,

the TV blaring

as my mother

watches the news,

which announces

death and money.

The window over

the sink pours

A gray light onto

our beige and unpainted

walls. I walk into

my room, passing

The sheetrock lying

in the hall, the dusty

spare room that used to

house my sister

until 18 swept her away.

Sunlight peaks through

my foiled window,

trying to escape.

I walk back to

the living room, sit

on the worn green couch

and watch the blaring

TV with my

mother and father.  

by Alicia, 10th Grade

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.