Poems from Lona Maier
She approaches the plain looking door,
Her breathing is heavy with anxiety and fear,
The door is not frightening looking.
It is simply, a...
Shiny,
Sharp,
Cold,
The knife gleams,
calling me,
beckoning me towards it,
urging me to reach for it.
I recoil,
disgust at myself for even...
Tossing and Turning,
Another hard night,
Memories I fight,
What happend?
Everything started as a dream,
We met at a dance,
I fell, he...
Silence...
All I hear silence around me,
My brain is shouting at me to get moving,
To get started in this responsibility of adulthood,
Yet...