Meditation- Kindra M. Austin

My latest on Sudden Denouement.

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

Shall I ascend to solitude,
eagle high
enough to spy
myself?
Put my metal parts to practice, and
train my reason to speak in
comprehensive sentences?

I presently think in blinks of
tainted photographs
flicking—
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
instead.
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,
eagle high
enough…


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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15 Comments

  1. Holy wow on a stick made out of fucking rad mixed with majestic beyond! This one connects in such a visceral way. Hits home. Especially after going through some incredibly damaging times. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I love you for being such an amazing poetess and human!

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