Narcissistic Nightmare

100 words x 365 days

Through good and evil, he was my drug of choice. It was never his looks or the fancy clothing but the lies that dripped from his lips in the most satisfying ways. His ability to twist my words into his narcissistic wet dream kept me coming back for another peek into his perfect world. Standing at the door of a perfect man, I knew I would never be good enough to penetrate the chalk line he drew with sadistic hands. A victim of every woman who loved him, the way he walked away, in the end, became his artistic masterpiece.

A.J. Luna

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