"Indifference to death"

Your indifference feeds my despondence
Faster than those unexpected wild flowers
That grew every other Sundays
my heart grows dead
Against my fragile rib cage

I will pretend I feel nothing
And I WILL feel nothing
until my bones dry up to dust

I'll cage this nasty things called feelings
And throw them away
I will feel nothing

Like how you threw away my dignity
Solely with your abrasiveness alone
And cold enough, with your indifference alone




And you felt nothing.