Very Bad Archive
Broken Hearts
Nick Piotrowski
You break my heart in thirty pieces.
My heart feels dead.
My blood pours from my slit veins,
My blood, which is very red.
Stabbing a puppy,
Stabbing children,
Stabbing my mother,
This is like my true dread.
This is all your fault.
I hate you so much.
I swear I will kill you
With my cold dead touch.
I'll sneak through your window
and drink all your blood.
I will be successful hunter,
Just like Elmer Fudd.
Nick Piotrowski has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Nick's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Nick's latest works: