The Witness

Dad can cook me my favourite meal.

Mom can make me laugh until there’s snot coming out my nose.

Why are they making me stand up here within this mahogany prison?

Trying to establish whom I can’t do without more?

When all I want is the warm snuggle between them at night.

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