Bethany Maxwell Biography

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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