i am hearing. no, more than hearing. i am feeling.
no more than feeling.
  i am beating the drum
 (from some dark alternate universe of fear and death i have wandered into)
 of my hive. sisters.
  why can i feel them now?
i thought we had left each other in some strange fashion, because i fell in love with a magic that banished them. i accidentally fell. is falling ever intended?

  all the things i thought i loved most were banished. i thought i was holding. they were falling.