Manipulation

Like smoke unfurling from the flue,
You twist and turn—relentless, wild—
And I inhale as you imbue
My mind until I am beguiled.

You stain my soul and sting my eyes,
Obscure the view and muffle cries.
Enshrouded in a cloud of smoke,
Control—the smog—now makes me choke.





A Rispetto: 2 quatrains, written in iambic tetrameter with a rhyme scheme of abab ccdd.

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