under blood and skin,
there is this place.
I don't know the scientific term,
but i do know it's between things.
Easily forgotten -
like dishes and dirty laundry.
It sets our pace,
makes us walk funny,
with our shoulders forward and our head back.
Or our pelvis in and belly out.
Like a groan. That's what it's like.
An ancient howl. But a private one.
It's the way we breathe. But in our bones.
Under blood and skin.
Where lifetimes lodge ~ and sometimes you get to feel them.
The ones that make eyes twitch and hairs gray.
The ones we thought we lost.
Because of fathoms.
And not wanting to.