the narcissists rise from their
dirt beds
and come back.
they feign
forgiveness
and remorse, regret,
but they only want
to take your
soul, your blood
by biting into the veins
of your neck.
you hear their
wings at night, fluttering
in the dark,
clapping black
against the full moon,
the grinding of
their sharp teeth and claws
as they try
to fly their way back
into your life,
entering the window
of your room.
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