In the Motherless Day

She doesn’t love me

Probably never has

Sits up nights in the dark

Headphones volumed up

Burying herself in vampire fantasy

Flashing on the phone screen

Children watching her sleep

Like dead in motherless day

They love her

Probably they do

At least they claim to

But how would they know

Living in the motherless day

Having only heard her snores

Like a gasping for breath

With a stake through the heart