The Tightening
- Olivia Austin
- Apr 25
- 1 min read
by Olivia Austin

How sweet, the words we write-
Under tinted sun of gray.
Sons of sons, unborn but ready
To tell us our crimes.
A glancing breath,
The total of self-ellipses our tongue
And dies.
Water, undropped.
Every word around is tightening,
Crown worn at our throats.
To be given an empty life
Is the truth we cannot accept.
These words will never touch the page-
And unspeaking our mouths move
In silence.
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Olivia Austin is an 18-year-old from Maine. She has been published in the online magazines Literally Stories, The Howl, and Suburban Witchcraft Magazine. Olivia is looking forward to attending Connecticut College and hopes to continue writing throughout her life.
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