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Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado

The Chapbook

Whispers

  • rage

I hearHer whisperBeatingIn my chestI existI existI existHolding two halvesOf a Broken cupTrying not toCry

I hearHer roarTearingThrough my veinsAvenge meAvenge meAvenge meWith your swordOf black lace and sharp mindColored brownWith dried gore

I realizedThat life isMore than justA series ofdefeatsBut dead womenDo not feelRage

About this poem

First published on A Trip to the Morg in .

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