Poem: In Living Hell

Feel me fuck me to make me weep
With guilty visions
Surround my sleep

I need no one who could tell
That I keep myself
In Living hell

Fragments floating in the air
I grasp at pieces
That I feel on there

The void within I tried to hide
I know I’m in
For a bumpy ride

Life’s a car please let me steer
Aimlessly forward
And out of here

Author: Beth McQueen

Join me on the journey as I write my first memoir. I decided that the best way to absorb the memoir writing tips and techniques I've been learning, would be to write about them. So learn along with me, and together we can get this bloody book finally written!

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