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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A day ago I lay awake to my chamber, dreaming of the sight of a rope tied to a tree. I walk to the window and see Bishop flashy as can be. As you may know, Bishop is the talk of the town, Harlot if you ask me Oh, there must be something to do? Lets start with idea number two. My mind flickers into a nightmare where I disguise my plan. My plan, yes that will do. Writing a letter to my darling cousin telling her of my possession. I describe to her how bishop is in my dreams telling me to kill. I must do what needs to be done. My plan has just begun. Several weeks turn into months. I have done God's work. I have to see this through. Now the day of the confession of Bridget Bishop. I sit in the crowd, watching and waiting for the right moment. The stage lights start to lit, I smile wickedly. The judge calls in Bishop, I can hear her shackles clattering to the floor. I feel content, all I can do is chuckle silently. I mumble its God's plan. Now, its time to finish what I started. The judge calls me to the stand for my testimony. I lick my lips until they were wet, my tongue feels awfully course. Now the spotlight is upon me. He asked me question after question I just stare off into space. My mind is racing. No one will judge me, this is God's will. I spit all over the lawyer, and I stand up and start to thrash. I start to chant the things that the devil would say. Everyone gasps, I snickered under my breath. Bishop looking brave I give the finale. I take the knife that was under my sleeve The razor sharp end feels cold to my neck. As I let go of the knife, I scream witch and point right to her. She does not struggle with the guards that surround her. I smile wickedly and quietly. As the crowd wails and cries, I make my escape swiftly. Now, to see my plan in action. Three days later I stand in the crowd. Laughing and waiting for the amusement to end. My dream comes to life. Sky turns black and clouds turn gray. Bishop turns to see me in the crowd and just awaits the doom. Nothing to see and nothing to enjoy except, I can hear the rope tighten around her neck. I can see her body sway in the air, dangling, breathless. After she was dead, I yelled "cursed one" and threw stones at her body. The crowd goes from loud to no significant sound. Spotlight goes dim I am ready for the next scene. I am about to close the curtain. My mind goes blank, the show has to go to an end. Until I disguise my next plan.
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