Ode to My Narcissist

A sonnet I wrote during recovery from Narcissistic Abuse,

I inhumed our making to the Earth’s ground,

alone I weeped. You extended silence.

Your silence an utter thunder of sound.

Muteness, your distinctive unvoiced sentence.

A smear campaign – you call me a liar.

Convincing even me to say it false

to feed selfish sexual desire.

For that, I will agree to all my faults.

Your revilement has become absolute

I ingest your notion and believe it

My own inner voice becoming dull and mute,

unwilling to perceive you, Narcissist.

When desire fades, the fog removed view

shows the deceiver undoubtedly You.

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Tricia Lynnhttp://www.livecreatetellthestory.com
Tricia Lynn was born in Indianapolis, Indiana and has lived there most of her adult life. After turning fifty in 2019, Tricia decided to create a second act for herself. She left her career in medical administration to pursue her passion for writing, art, and a life with less stress. She's a creative mother of two adult sons. Triston, the youngest, is the owner of Vittorio Visualz. Together, the two of them love to explore their city by taking road trips. Tricia writes the stories and her son takes the photographs. When she's not behind the wheel on a road trip, you can find her hard at work on her lifestyle blog - Live, Create, Tell the Story.
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