SearchingA Poem by ashley.centersLost. Walking in the woods praying to the heavens above for a clear mind, some spirit. Glass pierces skin, rush of blood. Euphoria. The body is numb. Mind is sharp, shattered. Rubbing alcohol for the wound and a shot of whiskey to send him to sleep. © 2012 ashley.centers |
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Added on June 22, 2012 Last Updated on June 22, 2012 Authorashley.centersRathdrum/Moscow, IDAboutMy name is Ashley and I'm a twenty-something attending the University of Idaho. I don't write as well or as much as I'd like to. Unfortunately, school has to come first. All I've ever wanted wa.. more..Writing
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