My safe space is a rage room

Beware

HELLO! LARISSA HERE! I will stop writing in all caps as long as we come to an agreement that you will read this LOUD (not necessarily out loud, do whatever you want). This poem is here as a response to all of the news and the rest from the past two weeks, Sophie’s rager of a piece from last week, and my group chat with Sophie, and Zahra, and Carmella and Grainne, who are my friends and have yet to tell me to shut up. The first line of the poem was a gift from Zahra. Notes app poetry is dead, long live group chat poetry. I love u friends, thank you for screaming with me

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My safe space is a rage room

I want to break things that 
Shatter a mild 
Delirium cracking
Baseball bat 
In a puddle where I can scream 
No pillow just banshee 
If you give me the floor I will 
Wax it with my blood
Curdling clanking audible into
A void rages 
Accommodates
The sign reads: 

Beware

if you see my lips part
Plug your ears and let me

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Poetry prompt: write a poem in the group chat with your friends

(Yeah I have 182 unread messages, sorry)

Xoxo

Larissa