My narcissist nymph has forsaken me
enraptured by the water mirror.
My seas are made of salt
and my water is delusion upon delusion.
I remember when she was a child
climbing the ladders of the sky,
slumbering in my lap,
playing and diverting my fantasy.
I cry......
memory becomes bare.
Secreted by madness..
I search for pain
that permeates
the soul,
to crucify me in language,
a language that would
bring colors back to my life.
