Laid out is the offering the table well laid for the party promised
To attend but failed
He’s sat there watching her over an hour now
Thinking her too stupid to know he is there in the shadow white night
Snow tumbling down covering car and its tracks in white
Disguised in his head parked just to the left
Of his usual spot where he’s noticed straight away
For he needs to be noticed by adoration or pity
Overall it’s attention he needs and craves like his crutch
Does he feel anything for anyone she asks
Her anger is boiling and bubbling like oil in a pan
Starting to lick into flames
Tamping them down she tries for this day at least to ignore the dark anger that bides
Like a being in her chest as she feels disgust start to reign
Tiniest spark ignites to light her way forward
Showing her there’s an end to his tyranny in sight
As something goes flying when he can’t get his way, feeling disgust at what she sees
No more wanting to help, pacify, or excuse
The narcissist who’s out to destroy piece by piece
Each last atom of self respect that she holds in her hands hidden from view
He slams out walking away like a threat
Slithers down the wall till she’s sitting cross legged as a child
Listens to words of friends playing on repeat
Walk away while you can, make the parasite leave and stop leeching your life
She lets angry tears flow as she walks to her lonely room
At herself for this lasting so long
Never again will she allow herself to be under this kosh
How it happened she’ll never understand .
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016
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