My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting

My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting

written by: Kindra M. Austin

@AustinKindra

What you want, I ain’t got; and
goddamn,
I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening
again,
as night is falling down upon me. I submerge,
accordingly—

await my death.
My death eradicates mistakes I’ve made,
and saves.
My death is a great red pen, correcting—

according to
Vodka,
on top of Fibromyalgia,
on top of Anxiety,
on top of Depression,
on top of Rx medication.

Two years dead,
and I’m still fucking seeking
mother’s affection.
I beat my breast,
claw my throat,
shake my insignificant
fists.
I cry confessionals ‘til Hell won’t have ‘em.

I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening
again,
as night is falling down upon me. I submerge,
accordingly—

await another death.
Each one eradicates mistakes I’ve made,
and saves.

I am pain,
and all my deaths
are a great red pen,
correcting.

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Kindra M. Austin

I'm an author/writer of poems and fiction from mid-Michigan. My debut novel, Magpie in August, was released in April, 2017. Constant Muses, my first collection of poems and prose followed in December. I am presently working on my second novel.

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