Queen of Heart

Unknowingly I awoke to a very sore body. As I attempted to stretch out my arms, the muscles in my shoulder and neck clatter in a ascending firecracker upwards to my hairline. In efforts to stand my knees echo the sound of stiffness throughout the joints. I examine the multiple small bruises around my arms and legs, knowing that another fitful night had claimed victim to my weak skin. I cannot remember my nightmare, just a vague sense of dread fills my stomach and left my head slightly rotating in a spell of mild dizziness. It was time to awaken my uncooperative skin and begin to move. I had spent far too much time sitting and desiring to produce nothing that it was time to continue my exploration of the decrepit walls and possibly uncover more doors to my little dungeon.


It had been some time since I had looked at any of the walls or the door that was opening up next to my dungeon cell, but I forced my mind to reveal its intention and motivate the movement of my extremities. My graceless movements slugged over to the door of lite glass and I began to chip away at more of the dirt covering. The repeated movements and warm earth beneath my fingernails began to calm my shaking and help forget my soreness, almost luling me into a medium outside of time. My mind began to flow more freely and the imaginations of my creative mind slowly created universes of possibility to the world on the other side of the door. My mind fluttered to fantastical nature, eatable and sustaining foods, a utopia of love and care between beautiful children blowing bubbles of  liquid candy into the air. Similar to a fantastical book that seemed unimaginable concerning a girl Alice and a queen with all the hearts of others, yet none of her own, or her character seemed to prove this fact to me. For I would imagine if someone collected hearts, no matter what the nature of the person, the overwhelming love of the hearts' in their whole would far outweigh those hearts collected that were blackened by poison. The owner of such treasure would have to see the overall goodness of the hearts. I know a lot about hearts, I mused in my mind. The thought abruptly halting my fantasy, a flood of unfamiliar fear rose to my neck, choking my throat. I struggle to breathe deeply, grasping my chest and throat, trying to pull off the invisible hands in order to ease the terror of my reaction to such simple words. It was so familiar and yet beyond my mind to grasp the truth and in-congruence of the phrase uttered deeply in my imaginative mind. Previously, imagination caused dangerous reactions from my mind and if left unchecked would cause earthquakes in my cave, I had to get a hold of this or my structure would be compromised. I got my breath stabilized and was able to move my hands to the walls around me, trying to captivate my thoughts and erratic muscle twitches in my arms. A few more deep breathes and I would be free of the fear. Comfortable, I raised my head to my hands, released them from the wall and slowly rolled my body to a standing position. Staring directly at the door, my eyes involuntarily filled with tears, for the door of glass was mostly exposed with words etched into the surface, shimmering brightly in light: 

Your Heart is Safe



If it was safe, then where was it? I guess I will have to look for it, maybe it is in one of the other doors. 



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