Her Beating Heart

It slowly crawls closer every day, its scales glistening in the sun as it crinkles along, growing with each breath. At least, that is what the emptiness in my head feels like, though I know you cannot understand. Even today, in the nineteenth century, we have little knowledge of why one turns insane, why one scorns reality. And it is thus ignorance that has discarded me here on these grounds, just left waiting for a doctor who will not slaughter my spirit, yet raise me from the ashes of my mind.
Is this him?


13. scene 13

Bill is on stage, the actor would play him as if a more intelligent and older character.

Bill- The eyes never really closed on such a story as this. A small girl lies dead in that moment, not all those years before. Misunderstood, possibly, but not just by others, made to believe she was nothing, made to believe all she was fit for was the heavens or the hells.

Let it rain fire upon such innocence the Lord seems to shout in every corner, in every shadow of this round-a-bout world. It twists and turns, leaps and lingers into the fading light. Or is fading darkness? As we evolve and learn we instantly start to accept the previously unknown. Is it not pure wisdom that does not judge a fellow being but just learns from what is so clearly written? Let us strive together, not in jagged jigsaw pieces rugbying forward.

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