Some Left-Hand Goodbye — A Covert Narc Production Poem
Narcissists give you a ‘left-hand goodbye ‘— it’s like them crossing their fingers behind their back
2 min readJul 13, 2024
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When nothing matters anymore, what thrills entrance you?
What blind eye keeps you staring at the open sky?
Is anything in this hall of mirrors — this fun-house jaunt — exactly what it seems to be?
What shadows cackle from the walls and how far gone am I?
When nothing strange can hurt you anymore, what strange songs find you?
What music lifts you and makes you fear my wounds, and why?
Is anything in this small place exactly what it seems to be?
Are you still you? Am I still me?
I hold a hollow stain within my hand. What lessons feed you?
What rhythms keep you one more day in some left-hand goodbye?
I am already gone. What will happen then to them, to you, and me?
What violence will they see?
They trusted us to hold them -
