# Rhiannedd

By [Spinflight](https://paragraph.com/@spinflight) · 2021-10-27

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Joined at the wound, our mother’s inflicted

Joined at the hip, or you preferably fisted

We are peas in a pod, a copy and paste

Though you did the copy, and me the replace

That controlling V, a once powerful tool

Which you wield as a weapon, the only true you

The rest is a sham, the past is all lies

Concocted on the fly to patch remorseless byes

We orbit and argue, you ran away, that grates

Magnetically attracted till narcissistic fates

I give you supply, returned with false hope

That sex is a cure for this malicious trope

But there’s always another, a backup man

One with money, or status even if trans!?!

Emotional flashbacks haunt my waking life

If only I could understand all of your strife

I thought it was me, my Afghanistan tour

That turned you into a Zombie, ghosts and more

I figured it out though, not me or mine

Was your sons’ refusal to follow your decline

Poor Alex abandoned, ignored or ignoring?

And Henry simply refused to be boring

Slung you out, your own home on a whim

Starved the attention your inheritance bereft him

And what of me, this experienced narc victim

Blamed himself like a clueless naive bumpkin

I propped you up at that time in your life

When you should have crashed, true self reflection in sight

Now you are better, a choice use of words

Self preservation won, others treated as turds

Those children that haunt you, you think they are ghosts

They craved your attention, you your own reflection most.

Incapable of remorse, your life swinging and coke

your fanny a bucket an elephant once smote

Parlour games are meant played my dear, not paid

Though I think you found your niche, getting laid.

Four narcs in a courtroom, Lustitia cried

Who could untangle these perjurous lies?

The ghosts that haunt you, your children’s ignored cries

Frequencies which on reflection, whips and toys cauterise.

A generational curse, handed down from Tredegar

Our children in care, lied to and eager

To see their Daddy, though you aren’t so keen

The narcissist’s gene self replicates it seems.

And they do not know he is frustrated and barred

So think themselves unloved, alienated and tarred

With the same disease which made you who you are

A narc for a mother and an absent father.

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*Originally published on [Spinflight](https://paragraph.com/@spinflight/rhiannedd)*