a mother is supposed to be the soil surrounding your roots/a palatial tree with guiding hands/a renaissance of sun/
a father is supposed to mold you into an orchestra/a symphony/pounding thunder/pollen on bumblebees/
a sister is supposed to be a vine/growing tangled with you/fingers and leaves intertwined/evidence of sunlight/

I am gutted on the floor/my hands lay naked and lonely in the corner/my roots are shriveled up/desperate to be clean of dirt/the world is screaming at me/a sharp ringing between my ears/I am wilted/leaves brown/I know no sun/on the damp cement floor/I write in white chalk
things are never how they are supposed to be.