cw : there might be mentions of psychotic behavior, blood and child abuse. please skip if uncomfortable with such topics.

My mother said she loves me;
that's why she's drawing galaxies all over my skin,
but why does it hurt, why does it bleed?
does the universe vomit blood, like i do,
with the multitude of galaxies, it contains?

My parents divorced when I was very little, hence why I have very few memories of my dad. Mother described him with curses and profanities, giving him the title of a despicable husband. And I easily believed her, for the few memories I have of my father is him inflicting violence on my mother.

I hate him, I despise him with every active cell in my being. I hate my father, I hate one of the humans who breathed life into me. If I could unwind the past, I would make it so my mother never met him. She deserves happiness. In every universe, with or without me, she deserves to sit on a pedestal and be worshipped like the goddess she is.

On the summer of their divorce, my mother asked me about my likes and dislikes. As a child of curiosity, I simply answered 'the vast universe', the gorgeous art of beauty and...