Floating in a muck-filled puddle
The narcissistic mystic studies
The tainted gleam in her greedy eyes
A fog mist, salty poisoned sweat
Dribbles maps and legends, roads and highways
That tattoo her entire body
She courts tragedy in a lint ridden black dress
And despises the light
That calls forth her reflection
An aura...a stench
Wafts from her half-rotten husk
And sets a perimeter
Which I dare not cross
Lest she drag me down
To drown in the scum laced waters
Of her mysticism
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