inkling teen magazine 2021 - Flipbook - Page 6
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All us two legged, bare and composite
Bear a hidden voice in a hidden crook
Within the soul clinging to our unique shapes
Within the thick embodiment of emotions and yearnings
The crook is veiled in spidery-threads;
A place you’d never want to venture
But somehow find yourself
Sinking in chilling, burping muck
It is a venue of panic, jealousy, deceit
A vessel of wicked thought and retaliation
The hidden voice in a hidden crook
Weighing us down with hammers and fists
This voice screeches, purrs
Soft as silk it croons
Loud as death it whispers
Leading you into sorrowful depths
Humans house such snapping calls
Harbour voices jousting with hate
And sometimes one listens
Wandering as a victim
All of us have these immoral soloists
Residing in our thoughts
Guests of shadow and carcass
Hoping to infest our desires
We are not weaponless
Against our assailants;
Our appointed joy and love
Wield unmatchable strength
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