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Click hereSweet dreams.
My life.
Food and warmth and my mother’s voice.
Encouragement and complex sound.
Music, a heartbeat.
Laughter.
Talks about her philosophy.
All in the comfortable distance.
I am safe, protected, happy.
My mother’s voice.
Screams!
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?
The poem is gripping and disturbing but profound at the same time. Very good work.
You know that, don't you? You are soooo precious to me! I am very proud of you!
and get you cream and cake and presents. TK U MLJ LV NV