the drawing boardA Poem by sea lily
i used the wall for a drawing board
scratched my pen across the paper i held shaking ink and shaking hands. scribbled, scuffed shoes a pattern on the gravel of the bus station. bought my favourite book in the name of charity thought, do i want to live? i replied, unlikely. reached the border between home and hiraeth and knew this side was colder. i loved my sister, but she did not know me even then that we were older. that day, argued with a man skilled in psychiatry and strolled the castle grounds and the city streets handed in the pills, said these are not for me. should have sold them to kids with less problems than money. like me. those days i didn't eat. she left me in her grey student room, went out to greet the night with a party dress our mother's children seem to favour. i attacked the jack daniels with the usual vigour. and then my pale, pale skin with a concealed razor. © 2010 sea lilyAuthor's Note
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Added on May 7, 2010 Last Updated on May 7, 2010 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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