Mirages

Working with line breaks for poetry class.

Indiana,
standing on your monutains,
sending people to
their graves.
You'll hide until
the coast is
devoured.
Carnal,
you're so very
starved.
But no, I've got it
so very wrong.
Maniacal giggling,
while wearing a frown-

You're only
Indiana.

Author's Note

Between the lines just like all the others is where everything matters is.