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FEAR NO EVIL PROLOGUEFEAR NO EVIL-BEGINNING IMAGERY & MONOLOGUE
Pages of a family photo album spread across the bedroom floor. They depict a normal happy family, fauning over a newly born baby girl. They are proud and content, as the pictures span from birthday parties, to picnics. Then the images grow dark and tattered; the back of a balding woman, losing the fight against cancer. A family falling apart.
THE MATRON'S OFFICE
Matron: "Miss Carlisle? Are you listening?"
Mars: Stares intently into the pscychodelic fish tank.
Matron: "Your father has made an appeal to the court. He wishes to see you."
Matron: "Indeed. It would seem he was released prematurally on the basis of good behavior. It is his lawyer's recommendation that we return you to his custody."
Matron: "And I was wondering how that made you feel?"
Mars is being released from The Home. As her monologue progresses in this next scene, she is led through The Home by a nurse, where we see the conditions she has been living in
For The Love of StarbucksThe alarm goes off, this is my first cup I swear
A sip here and a sip there, helps me concentrate
From the machine comes my second source for a dollar twenty-five
By second period I'm looking for change, because that plastic bottle's empty now
At lunch I'm breaking tens and getting "Wows"
So what if it's a liter?
By fourth period I'm going crazy
Not a single drop is left and I don't know how I'll survive another hour
Driving home, another detour
I know this place, it's not far out
They make my favorite cappuccinos
Once home, I kick off my boots
Listen to the "pop" as the cap comes loose
Now I know what you're thinking
Yes I am confessing
I couldn't live without caffeine
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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