Escape Goats

Instead of a curb was a goat head solidified as stone. Behind its calcium horns trailed the remnants of branches and moist, crinkled leaves. However, the heart of the beast still beat wild and red, untouched by the crystal decay. Its pulses and rhythms drew it further away from the body it no longer worked for.

How could it happen? What leads an organ to strike out for its own sake? When wholes grow weaker through set, stubborn ways, then the parts must create their own schedules. Therefore, all of the pieces of once living goats are free to each blur out of focus.

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