Gaslighter
Nothing burns hotter
than a flame thrower
sitting still blowing hot air
out their scorched throat.
Hold your foul verbiage
before you set me on fire
with your combustible lies
behind smoke filled truth.
Let me leave you
before I explode
and my shrapnel weakens
your perceived loss of power.
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Powerful, just like your name!
Thank you for reading my poem and your thoughtful response.
The “shrapnel” image works so effectively here!
Thank you for reading my poem and your thoughtful response.
Particularly love the end! Don’t give ‘em the satisfaction.
Hello Chelsie,
Thank you for reading my poem and your thoughtful response.