Narcissus In Venusian Clothes

[jeanelyking]

Narcissus In Venusian Clothes  (after Magpie)

How long before the masquerade
dissolves before your lover’s eye,
one night, a month or twenty years?
The shell will crack and out will ooze
the suffocated residue
of who you were before the sham.

How long before she hates herself
for falling for a surface laid
upon a turd of misery
who wooed her with a sticky net
disguised as loving empathy?

But you won’t fret about her fall,
your weakened prey has been the point.
So why the look of pained surprise
when finally she extricates
herself, relieved to fly away?

Narcissus In Venusian Clothes  (after Magpie)

How long before the masquerade
dissolves before your lover’s eye,
one night, a month or twenty years?
The shell will crack and out will ooze
the suffocated residue
of who you were before the sham.

How long before she hates herself
for falling for a surface laid
upon a turd of misery
who wooed her with a sticky net
disguised as loving empathy?

But you won’t fret about her fall,
your weakened prey has been the point.
So why the look of pained surprise
when finally she extricates
herself and flies away towards joy?

woah this hits a little too close to home.

“who wooed her with a sticky net, disguised as loving empathy?” encapsulates such an elaborate experience, that i’ve struggled to name, in so few words. i feel seen; no notes !