Justice was Served or was it?

The day the narcissist lost his man card.

It started just like any other day, with the narcissist running his mouth tearing down the victim.

The narcissist kept pushing, poking, provoking and after years of abuse the victim snapped.

Something changed on that day. This was the day the victim fought back.

She fought and fought.

The crowds cheered.

This was the day justice was served.

And then she woke up.

It was only a dream.

Meanwhile, she laid there on her bed with her hands behind her head.

With a shitty grin on her face and feeling content, she glanced around her cell as she thought to herself or was it a dream?

Author: Forever Serene

I write about life, poems, narcissists and trying new things. Currently, I am taking a break from blogging. I am busy trying new things and living my life.

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