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The Show
A day ago I lay awake to my chamber.,
dreaming of the sight of rope tied to a tree.
I walk to my window and see Bishop flashy as can be.
My mind flickers into a nightmare where I disguise my plan.
Writing a letter to my darling cousin telling her of my sickness.
I tell her how bishop is in my dreams telling me to kill.
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.
They call me to the stand for my testimony, I lick my lips until they were wet.
Now the spotlight is upon me.
They ask me question after question I just stare off into space.
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.
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.
Three days later I stand in the crowd.
Laughing and waiting for the 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.
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 throw stones at her body.
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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