Hidden behindtwo different sized levels,I saw it.And the ache of my bonesreared up —electric,sharp edged--I shrank in the ugly faceof its brutality.Yes, I admit—I shrank down50 years or somore or less—a thirteen-year-old,helpless, swim… Read on blog or Reader Hearing The Mermaids Sing Read on blog or Reader Cleaning Out the Garage By Annette Kalandros on July 7, 2024 Hidden behind two different sized levels, I saw it. And the ache of my bones reared up — electric, sharp edged-- I shrank in the ugly face of its brutality. Yes, I admit— I shrank down 50 years or so more or less— a thirteen-year-old, helpless, swimming in a stuttering stupor, nose barely above water, in the wake of this awakened ache in my bones-- the sight of a metal yardstick like the one my drunken mother tried to break over my back as she had her wooden one. And I, after all these years, I still carry that ache, hidden, in the marrow of my bones Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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