i remember the boy who told me "wow you look great, you used to not have a neck" his words sliced through my throat like mirror glass i could not let out a cry but now i will let out at roar that will shake his cruelty out of his bones.
when they say you feel like home, smile, welcome them into your garden of youth, but if they start plucking your petals off tell them it is time they plant their own garden some place else.