Lost with
out frustration
may my memory
loosen
the hardened ink
cannot press
wells on the page
without echoes the
color of wounds
curse my
bliss
In the name of art
truth suffers
without suffering
damn the illusion
of the in
complete
heart
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
Hundreds of excerpts from the archives of the Narcissistic Abuse Study List regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).
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well penned ...
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)