Gaslighting no matter what you say i will hear it as though you’ve a silken tongue words flowing and dripping and cascading through my ears in pearly ribbons, lustered ropes your slick silvered syllables slip quick around my brain and slide a spider’s web of blissfulness around it as i go to think they trail a bony, glacial finger around my consciousness they tell me that what is pretty never lies else its beauty would be marred how could something so dear slink ropes around your wrists? how could something so glorious glide a sickle down your spine? every sound you speak slithers in my ears and out my eyes i see your gilded phrases shape themselves they rearrange my very being your words solidify in silence and expand to fill the space they push out everything that slowly blinks alive you must be right you must be right for how could you be wrong you sound so nice you sound so nice so how could you be wrong
Amelia Gattuso ‘23
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