At Home In Hell Yes, I feel comfortable here. This is obviously where I belong. There's always pain, but I'm used to that. I've known it all of my life. The red hot lake isn't too bad, once you get used to it. And, believe me, you actually begin to look forward to the pitchfork stabs. I guess it's how you know that the Devil cares about you.
3 thoughts on “Ian Copestick”
Great end line. Creepy. Yet too funny!! Love it. What a fun poem!!
Thank you, Laura.
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You’re back in the saddle. Enjoyed this.