i was evicted from my mother's body, born on expectations unimaginable to me
i was thrown into quicksand as a child formed by the earthquakes of my father
as the sky lessens and darkens i see two eyes finally see me, they say "is this really the way i will turn out?"
i reach out to hold him, but really to hold on, to be pulled out and saved
weak grip on his shirt, he gets dragged in as i sink, but on the outside, there's just one boy sunken in, drowning in despair














