Down Under

#11

Welcome to the house of chaos
Welcome to my family of the insane
Welcome to my "home"
Come in
That's what I must tell you just to hospitable
On the outside, this house looks peaceful
Full of happiness and kindness
We have clean walls and no dust on our furniture
Out pillows are fluffed and our blankets smell like springtime
Welcome to my house
But the inside
Behind closed doors
Usually at night time
Is when it is chaotic
A single mother raising three children
One from a dad who is in jail
The other two are children of a father trying to find love again
There is a child
She is stuck in the middle
She doesn't know what to do
All attention is on the baby
The one with the devil as his father
The one who was an accident but not a mistake
The oldest
She is trying to be strong
Not for herself but for her family that is crumbling apart
The oldest had to grow up fast
She has no childhood
She is adulthood
The child stuck in the middle
She can't grow up
She didn't experience what her dear older sister had experienced just so that she could get out of the witch's house
The mother
The single mother raising an adult, a child stuck,in the middle, and an accident but not a mistake
She is losing hope
Following the routine
Wake up
Work
Yell at the children
Try to sleep
Repeat
She is beginning to feel the brittle bones of her soul beginning to collapse
In this house
On the inside
The walls are stained with the blood of hopelessness
The furniture has pounds of dust sitting on it
Our pillows are crushed from being laid on and sat on and being thrown
Our blankets smell like whiskey and vodka
Welcome to my reality