true narcissist

my swagger splits blades of grass.
my fingers tip tap the keyboard.
my lips kiss the bottle.
my nose inhales the powder.
my ego shatters the mirror.
my smile infatuates the crowd.
my eyes stifles your soul.
my wardrobe induces asphyxiation.

my self
my self sees
my self recognizes you;
you are me.
lucky you.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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