ACT ONE
the audience silences and you sit in front of
me.
blood pours from your brain.
it's a live show.
i think they like the way your head hangs to
the side as the gash on your forehead pours
out a thick red liquid.
you sit paralyzed in what appears to be fear
but how can you fear the one that you love ?
applause booms through the crowd.
END OF ACT ONE.
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YOU ARE READING
i hate you
Poetrya fragment of the tragedy that lies within human existence. [ 2017 ]
