INTRO
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Heaven, dear heaven
Starring down at Earth
Would you put me in suffer
For I deserve?
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Mama told me once: be good and good will be you. That was before she was hanged by a rope over the stream of the Lakeside River that flowed by the back of our cabin in the woods. I can still remember her body struggling in vain while her head turned purple and her eyes lifeless.
Silly woman, to be honest. There’s no such a thing as wasting time being good when you’re a woman in the 17th century.
Or, at any century, for the matter.
One of the biggest mistakes humanity could’ve believed was that witches verdicts were limited to being burned alive or hanged on a rope or to have their heads cut off from the guillotine. Part of me wishes I was hanged back in 1713 in Charmsfield, damn. It was close, but my inexperienced self was scared and accidently ended up setting the trees on fire before I even got to show my pretty face on the orlop. It was a matter of seconds before the royal soldiers and priests ran away and vanished into the woods, scared for their lives.
Till this day I regret not trying to cut the rope myself and let my own body hang lifeless in the abandoned clearing. Mama would be proud, honestly: her sweet not-so-good daughter at least managed to get herself a noble death instead of being sentenced to live for eternity. That would’ve stopped me from making so many terrible choices.
It’s funny, isn’t it? Centuries of stories and stupid religious books claiming up above our heads reigns heaven and down below our feet lies hell. Dichotomies of good and evil have been spread over generations for centuries, all leading sheeps in human shape to believe this simple self-entitled “universal truth”: be good and to heaven you go, be bad and… you know.
I’ll tell you what: earth is fucking hell.
Humans are hell. I say this with property, because damn oh my I wish I was hanged on that fucking rope and had my breathing completely cut from my lungs, wish I could’ve felt my entire body burning in flames slow and steady – skin coming undone over my own bare bones, wish my head was hanged on a stick and shown around dozens of villages to prove what a woman in power is destined to become.
When you spend too much time being treated like an animal freak, you start to act like one. And then when society is constantly separating you from their “kind”, you stop seeing yourself as one of them.
Wish my castigation wasn’t to be stuck for eternity in this fucking hell called earth.
[FIRST CHAPTER OUT MONDAY, OCTOBER 25TH]
[full story will be posted by Halloween]
