Hell hath no fury

Hell

hath no fury

like hearts don’t bleed

when they get torn,

does gobs of honey

on anything

not call out the bees

in massive swarms,

if you kill

my love

in vengeance

will I not of sworn?

to destroy

everything

that you

adore,

does greed

not want

when there is

just a little bit more?

and

how much more

when there is

no more?

there’s

a thin line

from a curious scratch

to a premeditated reason to explore,

step over

the boundaries

and like the bull

you’ll get the horns,

 passion

is a beast

and that  bear skin rug

is ironically worn

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  1. Interesting mixture of phrase used to develop the emotions of the poem.

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