Fall 2011 - Blog Posts

minimanal

13 years ago

My Girl

She sat emotionless in the bed. The people around her were Vultures, although she was Okay with that, and didn't dread.

Deadly

She sat emotionless in the white room, As the vultures with the cure Preyed upon her between her legs. Eyes closed, she imagined doom.

Deadly

She sat in a bright room; mind twirling. There were others like her in That bright room, recovering, knowing Well their souls were swirling.

Deadly

She sat in the car; a shell. Watching the world pass by She thought to herself, When she would be going to Hell.

Deadly.

Sinner.

No Regrets.