September 15—

another date to uncelebrate.

Your birthday doesn’t total

no more.

Old age is a fable;

I was forced to stop counting at 58.

Today, you’re supposed to be 59,

but instead you’re fucking zero.





© Kindra M. Austin

Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

23 thoughts on “Zero

      1. You’re very welcome, Sister! 💜. I know I’ve been quiet or inconsistent lately; it’s not you, I promise; it’s my brain; long story lol 😉. Just wanted to say that I’ve missed you lately, the responsibility for such being all mine 😉. But it’s really nice to see you! 😍🙌🏼💗

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        1. I know I’ve been pretty absent, too. But I want you to know that I NEVER forget you, lovely lady. ❤ ❤ ❤ I send you my love and good vibes every day. 🙂

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