Sparks of Insanity

Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction

Ka-Boom

My heart was a hand grenade in the palm of her hands.
Never thought she would pull the pin.

Guess that’s what I get for thinking.

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This entry was posted on April 14, 2015 by in Monstrous Souls and tagged , , , , , , , , , .

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“And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
~William Shakespeare

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