Amateur DramaticsA Poem by BetanuZweiThe 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 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy 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..Writing
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