Running on midnight, oil
peels ‘neath my flit feet—
heel to toe, heel to toe; but
toil and tarry with nary a mile made distant.
Sluts like me are always found
out, cos spouses see the webs of deceit
weaved with widow-like legs wide open—
not as stupid as we
We do pretend our husbands’ best friends, or
brothers-in-law, or bosses all have hearts
appended to their throbbing dicks.
‘And that dick’s heart beats only for me.’
Slut found out
living in a small town,
sucking on spoils—
I’m gonna fucking die here,
I’ve defiled my own name.
© Kindra M. Austin
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 Roar. A Sagittarius Valkyrie from the state of Michigan, she likes craft beer, and classic big block muscle cars. You can find her filing through the souls of the slain at poems and paragraphs.