Cold to the Bone – Kindra M. Austin

Lungs of disparities

breathe in

unison

gusts.

I am

disproportionate,

Speak my voices of

dissidence

in devilish

tongues.

I am the sick in my

own mouth of

madness, and

Cold to the

bone.

I am the moonfaced

ghoul that

lives

beneath

the firmament

And

above ground,

too—

Hell

won’t even

host me.

Because I’m

disproportionate,

My many demon

voices

speak.

© 2019 Kindra M. Austin, from All the Beginnings of Everything

For more from the talented Kindra, find her here: https://kindramaustin.wordpress.com/

Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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