Beating Heart in a Hallow CageHis voice is strung tighter than a broken harp string.Her white fists are turning colors.They argue.She shouts, forces delicate hand prints on a blue coat. Her words cause him to stumble, to still.She breathes, he stares, the silence is pressing.He doesnt believe.He knew he heard her, but the ringing in his head makes it hard to tell.What affect was that to have?The world is a dream.Hes dreaming of her.Let her define it, he wont.His thoughts drift to her past.She told him, as he told her.They left. No second chances.Theyve kept their word.He wont care.Its the same path, hal