Half Hanged Mary
Montāžas Teksta
- 7 PM
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- "Rumour was loose in the airhunting for some neck to land on" - Personification
- The bonnets come to stare, the dark skirts also, the upturned faces in between, mouth closed so tight they're lipless. - Metonymy
- 9 PM
- 12 AM - Midnight
- Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes - Personification
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- Did they ask to be tossed on the ground, gabbling like holy poultry, eyeballs bulging - Simile
- 2 AM
- Sun comes up, huge and blaring, no longer a simile for God. - Tone
- 6 AM
- The townsfolk dive headfirst into the bushes to get out of my way. - Hyperbole
- Later
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