James McLain

Gold Star - 40,778 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Text Book Suicide - Poem by James McLain

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 5, 2013



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