I Die Every Hour/Within Irises


I die every hour,

watching you conform to

all the ideals

you were never meant for.

You were never meant for…

If only you would fall between my lines.

I write to you honestly,

my messy love, before midnight.

I love you truly,

complicated heart.

You beat against your cage—

rage against the cage built


mother’s womb.

Goddamn you.

I die every hour you deny me.


Would I,

if you’d let me,

count those constellations,

blooming ‘gainst daylight blue,

and dancing ‘round two black moons.

Would I,

if you’d let me near,

clutch your stars.

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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