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The ground stirred. A hand reached out from the loose earth. A woman pulled herself out of the ground. She gasped for air.
Who was she? Was she dead? It all looked familiar. But strangely, she could not remember anything. The ground was foggy and the night air smelled of rain.
She looked around as she braced herself on a tombstone. She then looked at it.
Janeene Huginn
1984- 2002
Loving mother
Always follow your dreams,
Wherever they may lead you
Lightning flashed in the distance. There was a call of a bird of some kind. The girl looked towards it. There by a tree on a hill, was a man. He had a large hat and wore loose clothing.
She could not see his face. On his arm was a black bird, a crow. It flew over to her. The woman looked at the bird and suddenly realized that she was also looking at herself through the eyes of the bird.
It landed on the headstone in front of the one she was leaning on. The man was gone. The bird was there and she regarded it as lightning flashed.
She stumbled through the streets. It wasn't that her legs didn't work. It was as though she had not used them for a long time and now she was remembering.
The Crow led the way. She did not know where she was going but was sure the crow was there to lead her to wherever it was.
Her hand grazed a fire hydrant. It was an instant but she was else where else when.
There was a girl on a bike. She was about eleven. She was there on the corner at the hydrant. The girl was hurt she ran to her. The girl had scraped he knee she fell off her bike they where both laughing, and she helped the girl up.
She was suddenly at the corner it was night and she still had no clue as to who she was.
The crow led her to a boarded up house. Lightning flashed.
She crept around the side as she saw a way in through the bird's eyes.
There was a room destroyed there was a spot where a bed would have been.
The second that her foot touched the floor, she remembered.
She saw the eyes of the girl on the bike.
There was a man killing her. He had raped her, he had brutalized her but there was more.
There was some one else there.
She staggered to the hall way the visions racking her mind the horror of it.
There she fell in the living room there she looked up to see her self she was being tortured by a man in all black. He was talking to her she was only concerned for she son and her little sister.
The man played off this. He got what she had hidden.
She asked about her son. Pointed the gun at her then pulled the trigger.
The last thing she heard was a gunshot from the other room where her son was.
The screaming from her sister's room had ended abruptly.
She screamed as she remembered the feeling of the bullets entering her chest. Sweat covered her brow; she lay there for what seemed like an eternity.
She had remembered an old chest that she and her sister had kept in the attic she sat up there going through its contents. There was a flower that she had picked for her sister wile she was pregnant with her son.
There was a balloon that was deflated from her sisters tenth birthday. She remembered the joy and pain of a lifetime.
She shoved all the things on the floor and she tucked up her knees and cried.
She looked down.
There was a mask she remembered a play she had done in collage it was of tragedy it was the day her sister turned five. She held the mask in her had.
She knew what she was.
Vengeance.
She found makeup from her collage days. She whitened her face and added lines of sorrow from the mask on her eyes and around her mouth.
She knew what she had lost. And how vengeance was to be dealt.
Her crow cawed. And she watched the lightning flash over the hills.
The ground stirred. A hand reached out from the loose earth. A woman pulled herself out of the ground. She gasped for air.
Who was she? Was she dead? It all looked familiar. But strangely, she could not remember anything. The ground was foggy and the night air smelled of rain.
She looked around as she braced herself on a tombstone. She then looked at it.
Janeene Huginn
1984- 2002
Loving mother
Always follow your dreams,
Wherever they may lead you
Lightning flashed in the distance. There was a call of a bird of some kind. The girl looked towards it. There by a tree on a hill, was a man. He had a large hat and wore loose clothing.
She could not see his face. On his arm was a black bird, a crow. It flew over to her. The woman looked at the bird and suddenly realized that she was also looking at herself through the eyes of the bird.
It landed on the headstone in front of the one she was leaning on. The man was gone. The bird was there and she regarded it as lightning flashed.
She stumbled through the streets. It wasn't that her legs didn't work. It was as though she had not used them for a long time and now she was remembering.
The Crow led the way. She did not know where she was going but was sure the crow was there to lead her to wherever it was.
Her hand grazed a fire hydrant. It was an instant but she was else where else when.
There was a girl on a bike. She was about eleven. She was there on the corner at the hydrant. The girl was hurt she ran to her. The girl had scraped he knee she fell off her bike they where both laughing, and she helped the girl up.
She was suddenly at the corner it was night and she still had no clue as to who she was.
The crow led her to a boarded up house. Lightning flashed.
She crept around the side as she saw a way in through the bird's eyes.
There was a room destroyed there was a spot where a bed would have been.
The second that her foot touched the floor, she remembered.
She saw the eyes of the girl on the bike.
There was a man killing her. He had raped her, he had brutalized her but there was more.
There was some one else there.
She staggered to the hall way the visions racking her mind the horror of it.
There she fell in the living room there she looked up to see her self she was being tortured by a man in all black. He was talking to her she was only concerned for she son and her little sister.
The man played off this. He got what she had hidden.
She asked about her son. Pointed the gun at her then pulled the trigger.
The last thing she heard was a gunshot from the other room where her son was.
The screaming from her sister's room had ended abruptly.
She screamed as she remembered the feeling of the bullets entering her chest. Sweat covered her brow; she lay there for what seemed like an eternity.
She had remembered an old chest that she and her sister had kept in the attic she sat up there going through its contents. There was a flower that she had picked for her sister wile she was pregnant with her son.
There was a balloon that was deflated from her sisters tenth birthday. She remembered the joy and pain of a lifetime.
She shoved all the things on the floor and she tucked up her knees and cried.
She looked down.
There was a mask she remembered a play she had done in collage it was of tragedy it was the day her sister turned five. She held the mask in her had.
She knew what she was.
Vengeance.
She found makeup from her collage days. She whitened her face and added lines of sorrow from the mask on her eyes and around her mouth.
She knew what she had lost. And how vengeance was to be dealt.
Her crow cawed. And she watched the lightning flash over the hills.