Poetry

to be named

her mind whispering
hatred, cling,
succumbing,
and wanting
for erasures.
she tried to correct
the lies laid in
long monologues,
everything,
even herself.
leaving her now with
no name. each time
her mind
or someone
murmurs madness,
without words
her body also urging
to say
i want to be loved.
so say it in a seemingly way
she will be named.

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