Pen's Provision

the mutterings

the mutterings




oh but I can not hold

they swell and they mingle

with words not my own


is this the fate?

seeking and penning and pining?


oh but they must spill

they will strangle and martyr

with vengence I do not know


they come in the night

their origin unknown

it's intoxicating


mutter no more. 

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