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Whisper
A poem and a cold
1 min readFeb 8, 2020
Laryngitis has made me gentle.
I whisper, “I love you.”
I softly utter, “Clean your room.” and “Don’t put that in your mouth!”
Like a butterfly gently alighting on a petal
“What the fuck?”
I am a whispering poet warrior
Warrior means mom in 20 languages (all of them in my mind)
I have words jumbled and tumbled and shoved down my throat
Words are my ball gag in disturbing anime
I’m just sitting here trying not to swallow
Trying not to feel
Whispering
“Shit.”