Give me an idea of how many stars there are,
And I will tell you the color of your eyes;
For the celestial bodies are innumerable,
And your eyes too much to name a shade.

(c) 2016 Indigo Kenna

How can I say I want something
When I honestly want nothing?
I am empty, and full of all the things I'm
Supposed to hate
And I have no desire to make them leave.
So cut off all my limbs and let me die,
Please,
For I live no longer
From this point on.

(c) 2015 Indigo Kenna