Sweet dreams.
My life.
Food and warmth and my mother’s voice.
Encouragement and complex sound.
Music, a heartbeat.
Talks about her philosophy.
All in the comfortable distance.
I am safe, protected, happy.

My mother’s voice.
I cling to her but she pushes me away
into arms that grasp!
Blinding light!
I am slapped!
I scream!
Monsters cheer!

This, you say, is a gift?

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