Her mirrors ..... They gift her the fragrance of youth....
Of the vivacious soul that she is....
Her admirers......They promise how they will light up her future....
And adorn her life with hope...
Her life.....It is a moving collage of moments...
Some, which have catapulted her to the zenith of joy...
The rest...
A pack of nauseating lies...carefully wrapped with fake affection...
Glitters and glitz apart...........She lives...and loves....
The 'narcissistic liberal woman'.... She calls herself by that name....
And laughs....loud and clear enough to penetrate the icy souls that have ripped her faith apart....
Laughs ....reverberating....the echoes intimidating them.....
The ones who hide now, beneath the hide of apathy....
She laughs again, this time, at her own naive self.....
She then looks back at the moments that she has traversed....
Nostalgia....she calls it....
Narcissism....they call it....
The memories that have spoken to her, touched her, felt her, tasted her sweet balmy kisses...
And melted in her soft arms...caressing her soul...and satiating her body...
The memories..... which she must forget... because she is liberal..... they say...
The memories .....which will not haunt her....because she is narcissistic, they say...
The memories...however, remain....
The memories ....of a narcissistic liberal woman....
