Saturday, 15 August 2009

Revenge is never cold

‘It’s a mystery…’

.....Harry let the minister’s voice

drift, as he looked round struggling the hate
out of
his eyes.
.....It wern’t a mystery why she laid there.

The town had killed her with pointing fingers
and sly looks.
Reaching inside his jacket, he
pulled and took everybody’s last breath.

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