(Placed in the old 1800's)(An old victorian house, with the lace all around, stand a lone woman, young and prim but heavy distrought. She is drinking and crying after realizing that her need for love with many strangers have left her grim. This is a conversation with herself about her actions)


Now...
I have been through lust and gave my love away
Only for free and not for anything that is worth speaking of
I wish to drink my night away because i am letting go of what was in me from the start
The inner need to feed on the love of another
But i am not that way
I wish to not be this way
While my husband is at play
He would not understand this blue dress i lay on my body and move the way i do
This is not for me
This is not for him
But i must insist on taken my world apart so i wont reak havoc again
I must go
I must leave