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How to Detect a Narcissist

Alexandra Geiger Morgan

Your needs
Disguised as an offering,
As interest, as affection.
I danced in your aura
Circling like a moth,
And you flickering,
You beckoning
Enticing me
With artificial light.

Blood ties,
Your daughter disappearing
A mirror obscured
Reflecting what you were
Attempting to become.

A father stepping out
Once again
Into adolescence.
As you fed, experimented
Off my heart
My solar plexus
Sucking juices from my psyche
From my longing.

You lodged yourself in my entrails,
Coiled yourself around my ovaries.

I held your hand
For you,
Supporting, escorting, encouraging
You onto stage
As you came out gay
From the closet of your denial.

I fanned your flame,
My light eclipsed by
My needs extinguished by
My womaness frozen
Within your insatiable quest
For adoration.

I let go your hand
And you slide
Gasping as your light goes out
Into your emptiness
And darkness.
Your eyes go dim
Without my reflection.

I am driving in my car.
Inside me something is moving
Uncoiling, slithering.
I grow nauseous,
Pull over,
Vomit violently in the leaves.

I expel you,
Wet from my mouth,
And breathe
The clear cold winter air.



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