Bloody Heart
All alone inside the sacred kingdom of the Lord, already there, was she, lingering. The sound from the tick-tocking big brown old clock, the flowing pale rose like drapes from the unshut window: there she was, kneeling and begging; however, her face was unspeakable, her eyebrows twitched while biting her dry lips. Every Sunday, she would arrive two hours earlier and starts kneeling; she was religious, bright, and active inside the congregation, always she asked things she didn't comprehend from the book and always ended with a bow and, "Thank you!" While listening to the minister's words, she would always check the clock every fifteen minutes, stare at it for thirty seconds, and start tapping her heels silently.
