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Vol. 1:  On Isolation


The Choir

poem by Leona Malcom

I took refuge from the garden

Sought silence, to be free

Yet my throat

It seemed

Had other tasks;

To sob

To gasp

To wrack me with laughs

At my core there is endless,

Bloody birdsong

Leona Malcolm is a writer of poetry and fiction, with an interest in trauma, recovery, and connection. Born and raised in the north of England, she's now based in London.

Find her on twitter @leonalobster.

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