Narcissism
Narcissism
changes her ball gowns
and glittery slippers
between her mother’s
visitation and funeral
after she has throned herself
front and center
of both galas
pushing her grieving family
to the sides of her master plan,
playing the solitary victim
without a sceptered Kleenex
She
alone
is
the
sun
of
her
universe –
controls
her
own
walls
in
her
ever-shrinking
castle
Her grandiose schemes
to conquer new empires?
declare all others incompetent
She’s an extra bride
at her son’s wedding
vying for the spotlight
the videographer’s most powerful cameras
can’t dare to tell the truth
so he quits this wedding
leaving a prince without proof
(the kingdom overhears two sighs of relief!)
Narcissism believes herself superior
in every way
sneering at all the pitiful others,
yet fueled by their praise
She schemes in her nail salon,
invites her puppets to tea
She is entitled:
adjusts her
invisible crown
on the hour
Her queendom maintains
superior toxicity ratings,
growing lonelier and lonelier
at the top
as the former queen
rolls over in her grave,
her legacy stained
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