Sisters

two sisters, home alone

mom working 

as a teacher

dad is a ghost, not around



mom working

the fighting, the tears

dad is a ghost, not around

locking herself in our mom’s room



the fighting, the tears

no way to call mom

locking herself in our mom’s room

i am helpless, powerless



no way to call mom

both girls, hurling rocks

i am helpless, powerless

this kind of love seems normal



both girls, hurling rocks

what if our dad could have called us?

this kind of love seems normal

why were we so at odds?



what if our dad could have called us?

the pain we took out on each other

why were we so at odds?

dad is a ghost, not around

Lauren K