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INT - KITCHEN – LATE AFTERNOON (MARY WEST, a tired looking short brunette, 28 year old mum of three, is washing the dishes. She notices the cut on her arm, and drifts away into thought for a few moments. Keys are heard in the front door and a violent bang is heard as its swung open.) ROB: Oi! Where you fuckin’ hiding? (ROB MILLS 25 year old, with the hostile nature of a 14 year old, storms through the cluttered home and opens the door to the kitchen) MARY: (to herself) Here we go… (MARY puts ...

From our cornflower fields burning as fire with the sun, and the green of the trees, so at ease. The winds above us soar through my hair and yours, and the leaves dance so gently in the breeze. We could lay for years counting aeroplanes and birds, whilst we search for the dragons in the clouds. The beauty in your tears as you pour out your heart, screams your life out so loud, out so proud. But why do my eyes not believe you when you say that your love for our world has returned. Makes me que...

Giving back what you gave to me In this dusty morning grace. The lies you told All, centrefold. They bleach your dirty face. With lips so pink, and body so trim, And eyes, as if they're burnt. My fight today, Slowly washes away. Won't lovers ever learn?

Was your will for life just not brave enough? Or was your need to end, too great? Or was it just the hurt, And the empty line, That was written across your fate? Curtains for your small-lived life Curtains to the crime Curtains on the dawn you dove Curtains amidst your death and mine.

With lowered head, and heart in shred, With sight and mind, so cold. With seldom dressed, and breath suppressed, With words of hers, so old. With knuckles torn, and woman scorned, With money beneath the deck. With naked toes, and red-stained clothes, With fingernails in his neck.