Bedtime Story


Dad didn’t come home again tonight
He says he is always busy at work
Yet, he stumbles through the front door
Smelling of Svedka and shame
I guess tonight is different

There is no shattering from the kitchen
No muffled screaming
Mom doesn’t have watery eyes
Sparky isn’t walking around with a limp
Tonight is different.
I’ll sleep just fine.

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