Tricia Lemaster

Rookie (10.13.94 / In my lovers arms, United States)

Lonesome Suicide - Poem by Tricia Lemaster

How will I make it to the devil's show?
I'm lost, with nowhere to go,
I'm walking,
rocking back and forth
It's dark, but all I see is a shiny sharp object.
It's calling to me 'just one little slit, and you'l find your home! '

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

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