Against the stark white layer of snowfall,
I see bright orange bits of flesh,
Shrapnel of an insane man.
Words fall freely from the mouth of madness.
White.
And orange.
And black.
Words on paper,
Wet and wrinkled.
Bleeding.
Bleeding all over my head,
And my arms,
And the back of my neck.
I know now there is regret to be had here.
I breathe deep the fragrance of regret.
Bright orange.
Frosty white.
Snow covered doom
Encircling me now. ~ Amber Lane 'of the film teenage dirtbag'
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Scars
Short StoryMost of these are poems off the film teenage dirtbag. Go and check it out its a great film but not very well known. A few of these are mine though.
