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indi 4d
in soft hours when your heart’s
awake dreaming
and you feel a soft whisper
gently tracing
your skin, your spine to your soul
that’s me loving
you
indi Feb 24
goodness is not
an inherited trait
we were born to
learn violence
the soft animal
that breathes inside
hungers for the
clawing, the blood

goodness is not
an inherited trait
devoid of all emotions
we choose to survive
it might be a knife
to the back
or a bullet
in between eyes
but we all will choose
certain certainty

goodness is not
an inherited trait
we are awake at night
because
we close our eyes
when we get
too close to
the sun
indi Feb 23
they have taken my words
and minced them up
in front of me
this is a familiar hell
this oubliette, this hole
this ******* landfill
of words and words and
words have
lost meaning, lost color
as little by little
i am pulverized
to grain, to salt, to dust
over and over again
over and over again
over and over again
monday scaries
indi Feb 22
i would like to run away
far from the bogged down
existence i have made
sell my clothes, my hair
sell my words still
dipped in my blood
i’d use the money and
board a train, a ship, a plane
**** it, i’ll move to an island
everywhere’s an island
if i tell no one where i am
indi Feb 10
show me the evidences
of your devotion, your love
i want to trace the veins
of regret, of anguish
in your poetry
in your pillowcase
in your head
open up the locked drawer
where you kept the proof
that i am yours
give me a centimeter
of the reality you lived in
where i was without
but kept within
indi Jan 25
you could have
(insert verb here)
instead you did
nothing
do you know what’s
the worst part?
i could have too
indi Jan 25
the worst
has happened
i no longer
know
who you are
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