Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2013
The water surrounds her
Gently kissing at her scars
Turing her skin red
The razor glints in her hand
She stares at it absent mindedly
Deep in thought
Thinking about her past
And how it brought her to this point
She lays her head back and sighs
*"This is it".
Samantha Steele
Written by
Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
395
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems