Chained like a curse,
the air fills with smoke.
And out they push a sickening spell:
take a break;
take a breath.
See to it as you will,
I remain chained. I remain
trapped.
The chanting heals their pride,
not much value to the curse brewing about.
And I say yes!
Yes I will!
Lest the curse chain me down first.
- gianna marie.
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cacophony | a poetry book
Poetry[𝐧] 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. example: poetry is a 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 that plays perpetually inside the mind. awards & recognition: - 🥇The PageTurners Awards (Poetry) - 🥈The Hearts Awards (Poetry) - 🥈...
