la mère le narcissique

Sober and celibate I can see things I never noticed before when I roam my memories and revisit the floor.

My eyes wide and completely open as you feed me words which collect like bones in my bed.

I didn't think it was possible to be so humble only to realize humility is not humbling.

Toxic words and twisted games, she instilled the fear and then went away.

Am I bad?  Am I real?  Am I able to live without her?

The crevasse made it impossible for me to feel.

Sober and celibate I am able to see you now that I am still.