BRIDGET
AIr stands still
Thick with rain that hasn't yielded
Thunder rumbles low
But still no storm
Foul winds blow
Leave a strange metallic aftertaste
And carry whispers
Too soft to hear
BRIDGET
Ahhhh...
Mercury rises
As the drops of stifled rage
Collecting weight
Begin to fall
BRIDGET/LIZZIE
Ancestral blood
Stains a daughter's ivory hand
And splatters o'er
The reeking floor

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