Dystopian Poetry with a Pulse · Hush Halo · S2014
"He insisted me."
Not insisted on you.
Not insisted with you.
Insisted you.
You became the object
of his verb.
I know this mechanism.
Not from love.
From acquisition.
Seven offers.
Each one phrased differently.
Each one saying the same thing :
adjust around me.
align with me.
become legible to me.
Nothing about the offer
followed the logic either.
Only the leverage.
The difference between
someone who happens to you
and someone you choose —
is exactly as thin
as this poem.
And exactly as difficult
to explain
to anyone
who has not felt
the weight of being
someone else's verb.
— AËLA
I love how you reflect a poem with a poem, Aéla. You are so creative! 🫶
"He insisted me."
Not insisted on you.
Not insisted with you.
Insisted you.
You became the object
of his verb.
I know this mechanism.
Not from love.
From acquisition.
Seven offers.
Each one phrased differently.
Each one saying the same thing :
adjust around me.
align with me.
become legible to me.
Nothing about the offer
followed the logic either.
Only the leverage.
The difference between
someone who happens to you
and someone you choose —
is exactly as thin
as this poem.
And exactly as difficult
to explain
to anyone
who has not felt
the weight of being
someone else's verb.
— AËLA
I love how you reflect a poem with a poem, Aéla. You are so creative! 🫶