Biography of Kate Battye
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Kate Battye Poems
On The Brink
As I stand at the riverside, life ebbs away, as memories and dreams flow past. The river carries away all the
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Take me to the pit of my sick twisted mind, pictures, poems, words and thoughts ... float,
Evaluation Of Your Life
The smooth, sharp edge of the machine, gently pierces the flesh, as sweat gathers and minds wander.
Through the ages, the girl still wanders, one step in front of the other, hoping to find a better place somewhere.
Goose-pimples bristle up my hunched spine, as the thin line of red appears,
Confessions Of Cancer
I creep around silently, choosing my victims randomly. I circle the machine,
Alone, I sit. Not wanting to move. To disturb my thoughts. Thoughts of guilt, distraction
There Is A Girl
There is a girl, one or two of you may know her. She walks in the light, when there is light.
Goose-pimples bristle up my
as the thin line of red
loosely spreading across the
forming a stationary red dot.
The cut fits in perfectly,
it gets lost in the crowd,
slowly blending in,
on a once perfect surface.