And Then...

My mother

Knocking on the door.

 

Constantly on my heels

Constantly on her toes

Constantly watching

And looking out

For us

Her little family

 

Earsplitting yells

Headpounding knocks

Calling for my presence

In her uneventful day

 

Up go the blankets

Over my head

Blocking out my mother

Blocking out the waking world

 

Body aching for dreams

I pull myself up anyways

Set myself on my feet

Brush my little shoulders clean

And give myself a push

 

See me walking to my mother

Good

Obedient

Plastic.

The End

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