I crave the nurture of her warm body.
I feel the mother I need there.
A friend lies beneath and I never believed that I needed punishment and ridicule.
His shouts and screams feel like shots and beats.
He doesn’t see that I need an emotion.
A human?

So many emotions and qualities they think and believe they own.
These cuts and burns and cries they didn’t believe they owned.
I have it all. The perfect two homes.
I’m raised by maniacs.
I’m raising adults.