Act Two, scene one


You fought the years that passed you by

And threw a dice or two

And as you swallowed bitten dreams

You danced the life of few

But drunken nights had took there toll

That fell down hidden streets

And when he stopped to ask your name

Your heart would skip a beat

When broke & beat he called on you

As all your beaus would do

And as you pleased in foul disease

Regrets were not for you

But withered storms like withered hopes

Adorn your mantle piece

And ash that’s strewn your littered floor

Like dreams are wretched things

But how you’ve loved whilst others slept

And drank beyond excess

To pull a man & feel his hands

That ripped you from your dress

And as his teeth would bite & tug

You writhed in glistened sweat

But thirsts once quenched can never rest

Whilst bathed in tempered flesh

So as you lay you felt the life

That left with wretched breath

You saw the years go flooding past

Then took your first few steps…


12 Responses to “Act Two, scene one”

  1. Dark, yes, but good.

  2. it is quite dark.. but i soooo like the story that comes out of it… 🙂

  3. moondustwriter Says:

    Pete – I like it. Dark, oozing, bloody – wait poetic, finely structured


    your moon fan

  4. really good one.

  5. Christine Ramsay Says:

    Another really great piece. I do like your writing style.


  6. fascinating stuff. 🙂

  7. Excellent Pete 🙂

  8. The flesh is weak, and alcohol willing. It’s a better world when the ground is spinning 🙂 Enjoyed this one, the withered old tart; but does she have the heart to move on?

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