'The Narcissist': A Poem by Ashley
I dazzle, I daze, I drug my projects, Make them sink in my saliva so I can float. Truth or dare? Always dare. Challenges and challengers Always matter, for they can make me dream That my eyes are actually dice, giving Me the aim to hurl them at my potential crushes, I mean crushers. I don’t aim high because I’ve made myself the highest. How? Easy! I teach those lower than me to stare With downcast eyes, at me, and if they don’t comply, I’ll Threaten to sink them beneath their blind spots. Threatened, They’ll beg for mercy, damning me with customised hymns. ‘If you dare hurt me again, you’ll be damned,’ I terrorise in a sugary tone. No one dares protest because everyone knows I can Hit my aim right on the blind spot. I’ve cast a Successful spell, for my followers think they love Me, though I fear they actually fear me, knowing I’ll shove their heads In a sink. Then, using a bar of soap and a toilet brush, I’ll Cleanse