She Dreams

She used to sit
On the window sill,
Legs swaying above
The unmerciful ground.

On that window sill
She would dream,
Dream in technicolour
And surround sound.

As crickets shrieked,
She would dream
Of places she would go,
People she would meet.

As the moonlight drenched clouds
Made their way to God knew where,
She dreamt
Of kisses and lovers.

In the distance,
Her mother calls,
Shrill and disruptive,
"Go get my smokes!!
Money's on the table,
And bring back my change!"

As she swung her legs
Back into reality,
Back into her hovel of a room,
She had one more dream,
Life without her mother.

Life with the woman
Who brought her into the world,
Who made everyday
A struggle,
Who made her question
Why she was ever born.

As she leaves the house,
Cigarette money stashed
In her back pocket,
She does the one thing she can do,
She dreams.