Shall I ascend to solitude,
enough to spy
Put my metal parts to practice, and
train my reason to speak in
I presently think in blinks of
our lives a fucking flip-book filled with phony animation, as
though we’ve never been anything more than a
pair of paper dolls pretending to breathe.
The surgeon lied. I am not bionic;
should’ve demanded a synthetic heart
Mine is afflicted with fissures, and
I feel the blood leaching like so many earthworms
smothering my organs.
My body is not a temple, but a churchyard—
your burial ground, and there’s no space reserved for
me. So ascend I shall,
Kindra M. Austin is an indie author (her books can be found here), a founding member of Indie Blu(e), and a writer/managing editor at Sudden Denouement, Blood Into Ink, and Whisper and the…
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Awesome, bravo Kindra!
Thank you, Stephen! 🙂
Thank you, S.K. for sharing. You’re lovely. xo
You’re very welcome! xo