Challenge
If hell exists, what is it like?
Write a poem, describing what you think hell is like. Please tag me to alert me to your entry. (Mass tagging will result in disqualification.)
Hellish sin
I’ve done it again.
I’ve succumbed to the pain
I let the razors burn and scathe my wrists.
I let the razors burn and scathe my wrist.
soon to become scars
scars of another day I barely made it throught
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