Dead AnimalA Poem by Indra's Child
When you leave,
A knife to the gut. Bleeding out, I need to recover. Weeks in bed, Months on end.
Fetid wounds turn, To raised scars. © 2024 Indra's Child |
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Added on November 4, 2024 Last Updated on November 4, 2024 AuthorIndra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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