She watched as the tear rolled down her mothers leathery face, 

wondering if her fathers vices had  followed him home


wondering if the smell on his loins and shirt caused her mothers core shake uncontrollably… 

if the vows before the creator amused his court..

She wondered if she bore her fathers vice within her bones, imprinted on her soul;  

fed daily by the glances thrown her way, 

the slight touch of a hand, 

a knowing smile.

SHe wondered

if she would become the tears her mother shed





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