She, who shall not be named

Mercurial Voice

when my own utterances beguile my own mind, She usurps.

fork-tongued and starry-eyed-

intuitive for all the wrong reasons-

She awakens for preservation, but stays for vengeance.


no one knows how to love Her,

and no one knows how to hate Her.

  • Author: Mercurial Voice (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2021 17:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about the worst version of myself.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 17
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  • Draven

    Nicely written

    • Mercurial Voice

      ahhhh, thank you so much, Draven!

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