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 Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 3:10 pm
Another Trichotillomania-related bit of lit. (Ha-ha, rhymes. >> ) A poem, this time. Probably equally as emo-sounding as the random prose I did a while back, but whatever. So, here it is: The Trichster. (I love wordplay. x3)
Panic
Confusion
Oh God, oh GOD!
Just one more
Pluck
Pull
Rip
Ah! That was six!
Pain, angry pain
A surge of ecstacy
A brief orgasm
Of a different kind
God! No more! No more!
Tingling pain
Jolts of mindless pleasure
Totally focused
On the task at hand
My parents will KILL me!
Spiral deeper into the abyss
Pleasure sparked with pain
And pain with depression
Know what? Screw it
What's the USE?
Steel to my wrists
Note on the desk
Flash of metal
Fades to black
See you in Hell.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 10:01 am
Nice poem, it's a special one, but it really made me read till the end without blinking my eyes, good job
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:57 am
It had me holding my breath the entire time. Very intense with it's concise wording!
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