Sick Too

i once knew a girl whose mom got sick. she'd sleep the days away, laying in the dark. perpetually tired, "maybe next time" was the distant sigh. her mom would forget things easily and could often be found with red tear stains on her pale face. they lived in a midnight home. the girl didn't understand the sudden change in mood, but she had a problem: the night didn't stop at the frame of her mother's bedroom, it bled into the foundation of the house. One afternoon the shadows found her in the hallway, and so I wasn't surprised when I heard the girl got sick too.