The Monster

May 8, 2009
By Ashlynn Chappell BRONZE, Scottsdale, Arizona
Ashlynn Chappell BRONZE, Scottsdale, Arizona
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The monster breaths with in me
Me the one who craves it
Its power strangeling my veins

Viens punctured from the shadow
Shadow that is crazy its meth
Meth eating my body into millions

Millions of blackouts go through my
Mind always thinking of Hunter
Hunter my little boy

Boy looks like his dad Brendan
Brendan the person who forced
himself on me
Me the person who loves meth

Meth that gives me that special
Buzz that I wish I could have
all the time
Time that slowly ticks

Tick tick time goes by
By like the birds in the sky
Sky disappearing with my blackout

The author's comments:
This poem is about the book glass.

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