The Girl Inside

Pieces of a puzzle drawing a child to scream in the night and see red. All of the complexities must be covered with wet and smooth cement so that the walls to her room appear normal. Chambers and alliances made by the coagulation of evil mixed with multiparty deceit. A head crashing through a cage made for a german shepard that no one cares to hear. "Why" is what she says every time she dies very publicly. Before she was urged, through threat, to be social with all the demonics and mundane personalities in vicinity. Some days she fights with a broken wrist to just have a tea party all by herself, lovely and regal. On that golden day, Queen Elizabeth meets the girl as a lady at The Empress Hotel at High Tea (Vancouver Island/ City of Victoria). The girl is still in charge. It is just another mealish tea with her mother. The Queen does not exist at all and so is the rest of the royal family. I now embrace her and her choice of The Republican Party and the Publishing method of The Internet. It allows for that little girl's head banging to continue so that the blood does not pool in her precious little brain.