. . She screamed. She screamed so long and loud that the whole town vibrated.
Children clutched their parents, animals burroughed under ground, respected citizens called authorities.
"What is it?" Whatever it is, its not human.
By nightfall they learned it was not.
It
was a creature, a freak, a child cast out of her protected world. Her
voice was once prized, respected, listened to but no more.
There
had been an uprising and the child had been driven out. Forced to live
in a new world: a souless place without language; a place where all
were forbidden to have a voice.
.....
She was no longer human.
She was a creature stranded alone in a darkness where she did not
belong. In a nightmare she couldn't escapse and from which she could
never return.
So she screamed and screamed but no one was listening.
They were all too afraid . .
For you, my heart . . Ripped from my chest. Eviscerated, I am. And if I
could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart
and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis. In addition to my
heart, there are some small organs that want to give you: glands...
sweetbreads... variety meats. I know that they don't amount to much in
the face of what you've given me. I've heard these organs can't survive
outside the body for more than a few hours. But I'll try to get there
as soon as I can. Whatever happens, it will be on me. On my heart.
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