Solace in emptiness
I grew roots in my solace of gray
Time crept in silence
I found calm in her chaos.
She doused my soul in gasoline
but not to ignite wonder in me.
I became her supply, the fuel for her fury
Her scapegoat, someone to blame
I am no longer me but a puppet on
a narcissist string.
My heart held hostage between
Love n Hate
Torn between chambers of unhealed wounds
There whispering chants, wrecked havoc on my brain
Fiery embers slowly die for
I am no longer me inside.
Covered in weeping blisters
Scorched and torn
Prickled vines punctured like knives
Pain grew as these roots settled deep
In the days haze, I found comfort in
this familiar city of gray.
The narcissist has emptied me.
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