Narcissism

Sam Vaknin



The Toxic 
waste of bottled anger 
venomized. 
Life belly up. 
The reeds. 
The wind is hissing 
death 
downstream, 
a river holds 
its vapour breath 
and leaves black lips 
of tar and fish 
a bloated shore. 

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