Bethany Maxwell Poems

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped beauty
The tongues of fury lick
As it burns through the wood and metal preforming its duty
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As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
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The dagger slips through the skin
You know that you will win
Oh sweet red rum
The blood drips to the ground
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Silver pearls fall down her skin
She knows she must do it for she can't stay strong
For all she has to do is count to ten
She knows he's always wrong
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I want to melt away into nothing,
To be a simple molecule of air,
Floating in and out of people' lives,
Without them even knowing.
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She walks through the rain, the pain locked behind her cold eyes
She sees the lights of the houses, those Christmas lights,
She sees her home, no lights, no tree, it is dark and still
The rain falls on her long white hair, her white gown flowing tears stream from her eyes
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You are the reason for my pain,
You are the reason I stand in the rain.

I wouldn't be here by choice,
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You walk in the door no one does anything
Your walk to your room without a word
They say nothing
Their silence is the wound, it is the sword
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Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
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As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
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