How casually he opened her
hiding beneath her warm earthy weight
in her dwelling
so firmly she held, released, let
him
go
deeper
but found in his absence
only his ghost
and her hands
Oh, but we all are willing to cause harm
sometimes….
to justify, rationalize, have fits of amnesia
to suit our purposes...
and then
come
trouble
sleeping.
I found myself rereading this poem. Not that I couldn't understand it, but I was absorbing it. Short poems pack a lot of power. This one certainly did.
Eight e-books regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive
narcissists and psychopaths, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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