the leak

(meeting a narcissist)

a malevolent thorn
(implanted)
in my side

            —turning

contaminating
my flesh
as it digs deeper

to reach
the core

           —dissolving

my colors
(were) turned into

different shades
        of black
different shades
        of pain

         —my armor collapsed

I reduced myself
         —to outlines

a shadow

never to be seen
   again

never to be touched
    again

I lost
  (all of me)

remaining a replica
    functional // empty // anaemic

remembering
  my colors (—my backbone)

braced
ailing

   —I dive

into the shallow void
    (I’ve become)

iridescent colors
   emerge
      —from the cut

           flood the wastelands

Losing connection to myself was and still is one of my roughest experiences. Remembering who you are but not being able to he that person anymore kills me. I hope I’ll get back there one day.