The Necrotizing Narcissist <\/p>\n
Within its cage, my heart beats, as our victim\u2019s breast reeks and splits,
\nWithout sympathy we view our living picture, and the wounds spread.
\nMy Dyer-Bolique smirks, lovely eyes awash with icy disdain,
\nThe protagonist, hero in his own mind, grimaces as his lip peels,
\nPulses heave on the tide of cowardice, his teeth bared through locked jaw.
\nBeginnings of a rare satisfaction tremble through me and call to him.<\/p>\n
Within our souls our ecstatic spirits quell with our soiled lusts,
\nWithout relief our prey squeals against the trappings of the organism.
\nMy Dyer-Bolique glares into the swamps of my being, fixated.
\nThe protagonist gurgles as the invisible ants flay him alive.
\nPulses rip my insides in an explosive bonding with my missing piece,
\nBeginnings of a tsunami building within as we watch his skinned demise.<\/p>\n
Within our chasm, predators feed prey to Beelzebub\u2019s furnace.
\nWithout constraint, without social performance, without care,
\nMy Dyer-Bolique flays the satin cloth from my aching body,
\nThe protagonist of MY story carries his Belle from their lair.
\nPulses electrify my long-suffering form, throbbing need for him,
\nBeginnings of a tasteless covalence, as he fills me beyond comprehension.<\/p>\n
Suffering peaks,
\nSatisfaction fulfilled,
\nTwin forms becoming one,
\nThe Merging of bodily Mayhem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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