I Belong to Mother Earth

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I am stone, and cold

cradled in your palm.

You

wish to warm me—

put me in a pocket.

 

Babe,

I am made for skipping,

sinking,

losing,

finding,

time and time again.

 

 

© 2019 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.

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