will turn her
aura blue the feeling feel-
try-finds its weight through her
body she cant scream
it out it is not
one of those feeling-types
she has the feeling again
reminds her of her mother
whose feeling reminds her of
her mother and so on it goes
way back they say written
in her bones in her genes :
what was seen felt when the man
(in the memory's memory-room) was
afraid and drunk and not himself again
it had been a difficult
few centuries for the family
at the least they had
fresh air had the voice
of their mother coming out
of her bones they were merely
occupants of a place at the least
for a brief time
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