The body is stood silently in the corner. If it wasn’t so large as to be conspicuous you wouldn’t notice it was there. It is not making a any sound whatsoever.
The heart is beating very quietly with a dull thud that can only be heard if you press your ear against it’s chest but even then the flesh acts as a sound barrier and it is difficult to make out the sound. It would be better to put your hand between it’s breasts and feel the vibrations. Then you could be sure it is alive. But nobody has done that in years. When ever anybody gets near enough to do that the sounds of their harsh judging voices chases away the rhythmic beat of the body's heart.
It stands upright to all intent and purpose but every bone and fleshy limb is dragging towards the floor. Maybe the weight is dragging it down or maybe it is shame that has nailed it so completely to the floor.
It has nothing to say this body and nobody wants to speak kindly to it.
The ears work effectively and all day long they listen to shouts and cries that are made either directly to it or shouted in it’s vicinity. The insults are many and varied but not original. The body has heard them a thousand, no wait, a million times and they look to roll off it but actually they don’t. Each one ties it more completely to the floor. 
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