December 13, 1996

Brute of the 1960's. 

Killer of kindness,

bringer of jade.

Stuck a lighter up

to a red, waiting.

You exhaled and 

found rosemary's baby,

disguised blonde hair 

tentative blue eyes

But she's yours. 

She yields every 
black letter and 

memories you 

refuse to unbox-

this is her purpose.

Heiress of amnesic hell's

hiding secrets you 

consider your flaws-

the flaws you just can't figure out. 

A daughter is the end of your family name.