Gaslighter

He whispered in her ear

Words tinkling, melodious

Echoes of something

She couldn’t place

In this time or another

She was fragile and brittle

Because she learned it was safer

Than the confusion raining

When trying to decipher

The meaning behind

His smiling words

That sweetly said

In your glassy state I can

Do whatever I choose

Shatter your smiling face

Or play games inside your head.

His words did not ring hollow

Filled her with a dread

Moving slowly away

Stealth her only option

Severance not what he expected

Now

She’s no longer an empty shell

Made of glass and ready to break

And she’s armed with knowledge

Like an antiquarian

On how to spot a fake.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2019

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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