Biography of India Mysticali
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India Mysticali was born on Earth a long time ago. Things happened that led her to wish to write. This is all the information provided on this poet at this time. Thank you.
India Mysticali's Works:
India Mysticali Poems
The Man I Shot
Oh lord, oh dear what have I done? I've shot a man with my own gun.
Partners Of The Dark
I run that blade it pierceth the skin. I no longer feel its bite.
Don'T Let Her Take Me
'I cut myself because I can I cut myself because I am....'
Red slits on my body crimson drops roll down my arm I lick the blood from the blade its shiny red glint doth charm
He watches her cautiously His niece, this child with lavendar eyes
Burning paper rains down upon all the dead flowers
Living A Mistake
Your friends think you're perfect but they haven't a clue that only I know what bullies do to you.
The gray clouds, thick fog and mist prepare the subconscious for death's sweet kiss.
He watches her
His niece, this child
with lavendar eyes
similar to his own.
He can see
she is nervous, frightened