Dead Animal

Dead Animal

A 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

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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I 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..

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