Gaslight


Wednesday prompt: write a “made sense at the time” poem.



He said to me:
You hear things
I never said,
poor thing,
but it’s okay,
I’ll look after you,
just trust me.

I let myself go
unheeded,
assuming always
that I owned all blame,
until finally
I saw his shadow
in the gaslight.

What do you think?

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