Stuttering
Tap your and rhythmically against something hard, plastic, going 1,2,3,4. Keep it steady. Drip, drip, drip, drip. That's her heart. That's her telling you to pray for her. Keep going. Keep reading. Aloud. Read it aloud. Read the impossible. Read what the Crawley's don't want to know. The night is long, the fever brewing high. Keep tapping. Drip, drip ,drip, drip.
Drip drip drip drip
No mind no heart
Just blood just muscle
Going drip drip drip drip
Her heart stuttering
In a beat she turns
Looking at him standing
Cold as stone
Drip drip drip drip
No mind no heart
Just blood just muscle
Going drip drip drip drip
Her heart stuttering
In a beat she sighs
A cool forehead
But the burning will rise
Going
Drip drip drip drip
No mind, no heart
Just blood, just muscle
Going drip drip drip drip
Hotter and hotter
Her heart failing
Only him to save her now
To stop the dark falling
The night is long
And the bed is pale
Her skin is mottled
And her heart will fail
Drip drip drip drip
No mind, no heart
Just blood, just muscle
Going drip, drip drip,
Drip.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
The beat slows to a halt, the rhythm worn out. Stop. Stop the rhythm.
A dove flutters, softly landing on her chest.
A darkening space.
A gasp on her lips.
Gone, gone, gone.
The rhythm is gone. The silence settles.