Text Book Suicide Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Text Book Suicide



In a tub of
warm water I sit.
Sitting clear it was
and now
it's turned red.
The skin under
my panties
was free,
free of clear cutting.
Though the bark
was missing in places.
The grass
was well cut as well.
Anyway I came here to go.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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