sternum raze i still don't know what it was. a distressed cicada. or a cat in heat. or a baby being born. or maybe just the sound of an old heart breaking for the first and last time. i was too far away to tell who or what i was hearing. i wondered why the animals around me weren't shaken by what seemed to me to be a pretty unsettling soundtrack slipped into the seam between daybreak and eventide. then i understood. this is what they hear every day. i think i'd hear it too, if only i could press my ear to my own chest and listen to the seashell of my soul hissing in the dark. 221026 what's it to you? who go blather from