A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 96
I want to reach down below, rip out that creature with my hand and watch it rise through my fingers like a phoenix from the flames. Let it swallow you whole. Have it wrap its’ tendrils around you, just like yours did with me. I want to watch as it suffocates the life from you – the power – let it show YOU entitlement.
I’ll watch that reptilian smile slowly corrode on your many faces as the life gets drained from each one of them. What did you say??? I can’t fucking hear you over the sound of reality, killing your façade. You will have to speak up as I’m concentrating on the dulcet tones of your truth, getting louder and louder.
Oh no, you’re fading.
Hold on to my words…
I’m the one who loves you, no matter what. Remember?
Oh fuck, you could never hold onto words. Not from the heart – so they can’t save you.
Oh well. There’s a sale on at DFS. See ya.
5 thoughts on “A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 96”
Damn that was short and sweet and to the point what does DFS mean?
Doncaster Furniture Superstore
Dirty Fucking Scoundrels
Year long ‘last minute’ ‘sale Of the year’ sales that happens 365 days a year.
A furniture store in the UK Christopher Jackson.
“…the sound of reality killing your facade….”
This is raw, and has the visceral impact of a first draft written while the ruins are still smouldering and too hot to touch.
Thank you, Sarah Jane.
I like this letter. Suffocation, killing, draining the life from someone. Yes. It has all the intensity of my own feelings in it.