narcissistic clinch

she held him in her tightest grip

like a wrestler pressed against another

during a deadly fight

she was talking about others

down to the smallest contemptible detail

she did this, said that, made a face

but all I could see was a narc stating her rights

not right, just splinters of nasty nature

spitting and spluttering like a broken-down car

in need of repair, but never has the time

as narcs will never admit it’s their fault

they just tend to their child’s wounds

although, mind that, they never know

only we, who are abused by them, can realise this

yet this knowledge must never be released into the air

only locked up forever in a poem like this in a distant reality

to be read by people who can understand

as they were on the same side as me

looking at it and weeping for humanity

losses and ridiculous rules surrounding narcs

and the worst is that

they empower others around them

who unaware

drowning in a version of the world that isn’t genuine

as the narcs’ point of view is contorted, crooked, not compared

with what is actually going on

in the minds and hearts of others

trying to avoid narcs’ stubborn stares