An Alarming Absence of Silent Nights

Two pairs of eyes twitch,
Hidden behind their rosy plot,
Two pairs of ears wishing,
They had forgot.
Twenty fingers tighten
Into a bloodless knot.
And while these hands are wraught,
Compound the sounds of,
Passion fueled by bodies hot,
And liquor down the throats,
Of those without their thoughts.
These nights are the ones,
Where sister and sister alike,
Sitting on the floor of their,
Room. Clasped hands resembling,
Four iron locks, raised to their,
God for whom they have sought.

Sleep. Sleep.

Up those oaken stairs,
Were they curious to know,
Mommy lays limp legged as,
Her bed shakes to and fro,
These squeaking sounds echo,
Through the floor, Mommy's
Deed of darkness is causing her,
Children to shrink back in horror.
And though her eyeliner is dripping,
Down her cheeks due to a c0cktail,
Of bodily fluids and she grits her teeth.
Two more weeks til payday comes,
But it's not enough to fight off the,
Bills. Her extra money comes by way,
Of weary travelers who like the,
Curve of her hips in the neon glow.

Sleep. Sleep.

Down those oaken stairs,
Were mommy curious to know.
Her daughters sing to themselves in bed ,
In a mixture of laughter and weeps,
Lullabyes created so that those poor,
Children can succumb to the safety of sleep.
Yes, mommy loves you they hear God say.
And she wishes she could be singing you,
To sleep at the end of every day.
These strangers are scary, these
Strangers aren't kind. But these children
Are careful of their wandering eyes.
Stay out of the way, thats what,
Mommy says. We need some time
Alone, to pay for our dinner.
We need some time alone, so go,
Play with your sister.

Sleep. Sleep.

The heavy footsteps, the,
Familiar sounds and smells,
Sweat and salt, panting and the like.
Leave the house without love,
At the end of every night.
After a shower and a bit of crying.
When mommy convinces herself,
That it wouldn't be right dying.
She crawls onto the mattress with her,
Two daughters. She feebly grasps their,
Hands and sinks into sleep.
With the pain between her legs,
She laughs at the thought that,
At least it's easy keeping her eyes closed.
As her eyelids shut down.
The steady heartbeat from her daughters,
Gives her that hope which,
Helps her go on.

Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.