Act 1
[Monologue] I could no longer feel myself in the pockets of my body. Sound check Lights Count .. And 1 Vacant seats are occupied by remnants of me. [Blank stare into the audience, no movement, but your face shows gradual and growing discomfort.] Act 113 is sat shivering Shoulders spiking To appear smaller 17 slouched and slit Anger throws salt to boil At the heat of her tears And 19 is still The consequence of rebellion streak her cheeks She does not raise her head Still 7 Doe eyed Sits with her shirt liftedAbove where breasts should growIt still tingles where flowers have yet to bloom 15 confessed. [Break the tension. No direction, do what comes naturally.]