Narcissist Architects of Nothing
Mirror, Mirror on the breath - broken reflection, We—played the persona. #narcissists Lead role of our toxic era, scapegoat, villain, victim. black masks, purple wigs, pink whips, red velvet boots—reach thigh highs performed our parts, dancing in depths of red light - late night spores spread. underground dankness. devious. snake charmer. divine stage-- —lay strewn with broken glass. Documented. Snap. Print. Lock. Shards. Child’s foot. I tried to clean. Band-Aid. A broken mirror's legalities, unraveled realities He snaps, "Alexa, play different music," Blood-- —streaks, a crimson map in the white sink, tears merge—lost in the drain. I dream of you, and your wolves returned wet angry teeth windows kiss me, don’t say "Words. Love. hate. Forgive. Forget. Fuck. stains" words—acidic, warriors melting my false image of intellect. Addict of You. Why no kiss - embrace intimacy darkness within you - am i not invited? Crave chaos, raw and unfiltered, scars and all. Just a fly on your walls, wishing butterfly kiss dreams Play pretend? Old Fashion? Lights out. Stew Stove. Prairie-Core. Love lies, we lie, but not about us. Beneath the stars, a moment without strain. Me and you, the night, The stars' light we can lay here? shooting stars - guns and grief. cupids coment cunt. you shoot. I come. did we let those wolves destroy us? I build mazes, pathways to a starlit lie. “We keep quite” She whispers (not I) You don't let me in. I see you, a distorted reflection. Can we forget everything for hate? Come back to bed. Worlds apart, I wait. Who did you become? Justice is laughing with the fire, dreaming of we. You built this nightmare. shattered glass. piss on stairs, Just leave. I'm gone the real you, let me in. why? did you shut every gate? it was in darkness, our light, defined we. I shattered more than Glass. I shattered us. But you broke me first. Or did the clock stop us. Fate’s Ticking and Toking. “It's Not Abuse If I Don't Love You.” No more real roses, an insulting gift, ravens' omen, a cage of stark white. awaiting me. Amazon sent American plastic dreams. Shit clings to these windowless walls, one towel begged from the kind guard. Washing shit. Reading Garfield. What is this place? Eight cop cars, a suburban shit show, shattered glass, a kaleidoscope. Glass hits the light just right. Red jumpsuit, Red plastic glasses, guard's reading hangs heavy: "Planned this, didn't you?" Defenseless smugshot shrug: never plan style, following forms accusations hurled, Me, i am mother. With a heart now a hole. i thought i knew pain. i know nothing. The cuffs are too tight. Heavy. This hole is heavy. Trial. Green heels. White Dress. Ankle Cuffs. I think a spanking here would have sufficed. She did just what I wanted, the dumb slut. Finally snapped, good girl. Now she's locked up, where she belongs. He watches, smug in his white truck's reign, Fantasy alive wife branded, burning witch. Branded Ass. Passion as Hate. Spank me harder. Protective order, a weaponized lie, babies guarded away in your mothers mansion, a silent cry. They're better off without her, away from all this drama. Stability in the familiar lines that drew me. I act in false innocence and light - the night - the plot - Does not matter - get her away she must be punished a danger to me. Fluorescent glare, a constant sting, 24 hours. Inner Light Stay on. Don’t Let the Wolves Raise the Children. yet hope remains, a wildflower's spring. He builds walls, having mastered pain, while I yearn for pleasure, like sun after rain. Rising sideways, finding helpers, cleaning and clearing. Faith. I never knew. Until now. Not like this. Giving up solid truths and future fakes. Looking up to the unknown. Light Shine Bright. No weapon formed against me. I am the abused, the one in danger. Right? I am, aren't I? He: She is blind to the game, NPC, a mere pawn. Checkmate. Me: Main Character. Energy awaiting movement. Hole hearts feels even the slightest chance Chess or Checkers. I fly above with ravens' wings, a coven's courage takes to the sky.
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