BROKEN BRITAIN
BROKEN BRITAIN He slams the door; a curse he growls The drink reeks sour; his eyes flash crazed A hurled chair thuds; a woman's voice howls Her face is pulped; the idyll love razed. The taste of terror propels him to taunt with words that foam and rend like fangs. Upstairs her boys cower; wraiths of... Sign in to see full entry.