Even at nineteen, Bavie knew “broken hearts” were just for kids.
Softly humming as she burns her cloths from last night,
flicking her light blade hand-to-hand.
Then, with a harsh sudden snicker, she whispers too loud,
“Who cares where it all splatters!”
by-Doug Mathewson
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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