by Deborah L Logan
Monday, May 05, 2003
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See if you can catch what this is referring to, my all time favorite short story.
I sit here desperately stranded, alone amidst all of my longings. Trying to untangle my wishes from the rest of the world is like separating one thin fiber from the web of a spider and not upsetting any others, not killing the delicate balance that exists. And so I feel myself falling, scared of what happens when I hit bottom. What will I do when you are the only thing, the only person there to protect me from the world crashing down, killing all of my hopes and fears. Reality is slowly shattering my dreams, and still I sleep at night. I dream of you and me, here and now. The impossibility of my future only keeps me pressing on. I think I am a child, left alone locked in a cage. The world looks in and laughs, as if I am in some sort of zoo. Do they see the hidden hell, the slow shallow darkness enveloping me? It may have been the beating of HIS hideous heart that drove you over the edge, but it is the beating of mine that is killing me. It makes a sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. Do you catch the illusion in all of this? It is your FALSE eye that is making me mad, my own overzealous self scruntity. VILLANS, I DISSEMBLE NO MORE. TEAR UP THE PLANKS! HERE, HERE, IT IS THE BEATING OF [MY] HIDEOUS HEART. And with that I am guilty.
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|Reviewed by Deborah Logan
|Ever read the tell-tale heart by Poe? A Lot of this comes from that story. I wont tell you what this is referring to, I will let you get your own meaning from it.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Deborah, I don't know what it is all about but it is very well written. I've read it four time and I'm getting four different meanings. I'll have to read it a few more.|