# Rhiannedd

**Published by:** [Spinflight](https://paragraph.com/@spinflight/)
**Published on:** 2021-10-27
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@spinflight/rhiannedd

## Content

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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