Amateur Dramatics

Amateur Dramatics

A Poem by BetanuZwei

The last thing I remember,

The taste of blood.

No howling wind,

No drumming rain.

So much for pathetic fallacy.

The thunder fell silent.

 

I didn't see a white light,

Just a fist,

And then the ground

Being painted beneath me.

Tastes good, this criminal heartbreak,

This violent marriage.

© 2011 BetanuZwei


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Added on February 1, 2011
Last Updated on February 1, 2011

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BetanuZwei
BetanuZwei

United Kingdom



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My name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..

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