Jekyll and Hyde
“Jump in a lake you hag!” I know I'll regret saying this in only a few minutes, but for now, I cannot contain myself. It no longer matters how much effort I put forth. A simple blunder and all my control is gone. Ice cold apathy and indifference meets her malicious face, but once she leaves I can hear my seams ripping, feel my essence combust, and a raging fire of pure hatred furiously burns up all the goodness I have. Every one of my Achilles heels are quivering on the brink of collapse, and I know that at any moment, one will give way, leading to my complete breakdown. I can feel my rage bursting through all the cracks of my soul, and all of my most base thoughts and faults, held in check so precariously by the thin threads of Catholic doctrine, holy fear, and societal constraints, are simply bursting from the seams. There is a battle going on inside me between the demonic and the divine, and Satan is winning, heralded by the deadly sin, wrath. This war within sparks my hands to lead a crusade of destruction on the outside: ripping, tearing, striking, biting, clawing.
It will be over soon, and as always, I will forgive her almost as completely as I will myself. All will be forgotten. I'll return to my usual optimistic, loving, genuine self. But for now, I am different, altered, pure Id, unleashed in all my beautifully truthful depravity. Say hello to Meris at her most basely pure and carnal.
It will be over soon, and as always, I will forgive her almost as completely as I will myself. All will be forgotten. I'll return to my usual optimistic, loving, genuine self. But for now, I am different, altered, pure Id, unleashed in all my beautifully truthful depravity. Say hello to Meris at her most basely pure and carnal.