chattering raze the child with chattering teeth will not leave the pool. not even after her arms have taken on the same blue hue as the water wings that stop her from sinking to the bottom of the deep end like a heavy stone with hair. once she watched her father dive down there to salvage something that fell from the narrow nest of her brother's ear. a doctor cut a slit in his tympanic membrane and slid a hollow cylinder inside to drain fluid and let the music in. when the hole healed, the tiny tube that helped him hear tucked tail and ran. she swims to the spot she saw it happen, eyes clouded with cold, arms a gathering of gooseflesh, and waits for her own body to give something back to the creek it came from. 260824 what's it to you? who go blather from