Filicide by Conception

I'm not the Buttress:

The daughter of no one.

It feels so wrong,

But I wish I was.

Daughter of jackals

I pray to the son of Set

I am Romulus

I am Remus

Born of the cursed sex

They cut me out of her

And threw me to wolves

It was then I took my first breath

I cried so long

The child gone.

I drowned my parents

In an ocean of my tears

Baggage so I inherit

It was a life filled with fear

With your words, I beg

And pled:

Anubis, let me grow wings

So I can fly away and be free

Of this place

And my parents memory

They haunt me every hour

And in every dream

Swallow me whole, Gaia

So I can be reborn

Full of life, both yellow and green

Digest me, mother earth

So I can be a beautiful dafodil

Or any other flower will do

So I can see the sky

And the warm, beautiful sun

Until the winter comes and I am gone