~ Spice & Yak ~ The room swirls with yak Barbs, jabs, nips and nails Minds sharper than razors Always seeking something -- Something lowly grotesque To dissassemble, reassemble Dissect, bisect, trisect Taking is all apart Watching it twitch Putting it back together These movements are natural Inborn, inadvertant, flowing And someone tosses out snark Spicing the proverbial yak So spot-on the room spins I think he sould read it all All of those books about him He needs to look into the mirror Meeting himself for the first time Alas how he could meet himself Locking eyes with his true image We are what we do and no other There is a reverberating sound A round of voices concurring I know they are right about this No one could deserve it more -- More than he who has so earned it Double fisted black eyes abound Someone else stands to toast -- Raising a wine glass into the light It sparkles magically in the glow Red fluid dances enchantingly It couldnt have happened to be better guy Everyone toasts to this truth The room swirls with yak. By Sereena Nightshade Here it is with the words, because someone asked so nicely... This poem is about being stalked for four years as I was caught in-between the predator, the co-victims and The One from Afar who turned out I posit to be a narcissist oddly just like the narcissist he rushed into marrying in May 2003. This poem and many others was written before I knew what he was. He claimed to love me during a prolonged time while I was stalked (1999 to 2003 though the stalking continued until summer 2004)... He was a coward who blamed me for the stalkers behaviors telling me it was my fault because I had shown poor insight to date such a man as the stalker turned out to be. In reality I did not date him and I was only getting to know him in the early phase of that initial process for about two weeks or so before I dumped him all the way out of my life. I met him only because he was one of my best girlfriends (at the time) 8-year live in boyfriends brother who came to visit for the summer. I went to visit my girlfriend not knowing that man would even be there. He became obsessed with me that night -- even though I barely noticed him or spoke to him that night. Etc. I did not know of his obsession until he started stalking me.. Spice & Yak Outtake #1 (from the first half of the book Drift) Sereena Nightshade & Jim Lockwood Informal Session: youtu.be/xPFyUWptFkQ
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