NaPoWriMo, Day 19

Vacant house behind those eyes
Falling asleep at the desk

Did anyone know how the night was
spent? Watching the siblings

Sun rises as birds sing the
morning song. In time for school

Same clothes as yesterday. A
scrap of bread, a swig of juice for breakfast.

If you can call it that. The parent walks
through the door, says good-bye.

Vacant house behind those eyes
Hoping no one will notice.