Fog drifted up over the lake.
Through my body and over my face.
It knew I was alone,
I'm feeling it now.
This blanket is water
And it's holding me down.
I am sinking today.
Cold, black, deep
Liquid night.
All the others are just fat, chattering faces.
Eating me. Beating me.
Helping me drown
~ Thayer Mangeress 'from the movie 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.
