Upbringing.

Curled under the leering pines,
Their canopies blanket me,
Holding me tight in their shade.
Earthen cushion, crippling comfort.
Deformed, a weakling.
Mother's love, so sinister.
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The sun's breath, blistering truth,
Peeling the skin I cling to,
Casting copper flecks upon me,
Speckling my arms, staining my feet,
Painting me a holy leper,
Father's Spite, so sublime.