tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977544232690188578.post8613182672080076941..comments2022-12-12T00:33:46.662-08:00Comments on VampIre: The Vampire's Bite: Victims of Narcissists Speak OutCZBZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09575206236892096611noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977544232690188578.post-18286003203900255142018-04-25T21:28:22.625-07:002018-04-25T21:28:22.625-07:00I feel your words so deeply, well said.I feel your words so deeply, well said.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961582102472472743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977544232690188578.post-24379195648527846232015-02-12T21:29:52.054-08:002015-02-12T21:29:52.054-08:00For the others...
My Beloved Vampire
He beckoned...For the others...<br /><br />My Beloved Vampire<br /><br />He beckoned me for the first time as if he could sense my wounds.<br />He wooed me from outside through doors intended to keep pain out.<br />I let him in. Our seduction was complete. His first bite came swiftly and passionately.<br />Early days of his poison penetrated deep, drug-like, death disguised as euphoric love.<br />Days wore to years and I grow weak from sourcing his constant feedings. <br />My lifeblood ebbs away as he gloats his disdain for my weariness.<br />I am at fault for having no more blood to give. I am dying, drained by my beloved.<br />While I lay dying he hunts again. I am worthless, abandon, and invisible.<br />In my last breaths of sanity, I cry, he hunts again. (LRR, 2014).<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com