Like all the stories in which disappointment and anger participate, there comes a point where it ends up going out in the worst way. I have long learned that it is better to be the snake than the prey, and that there is no better poison than the truth.
You will wonder why the title of this work is due. Perhaps the first impression I give you is that it is offensive or inappropriate, perhaps you think this is a modern version of Camasutra that speaks of any type of sexual practice, and if so, you are wrong.
Well, this is my story, it is the catharsis that I suffered after having gone through one of the worst years of my life, through all phases, each more fucked up than the previous one.
It was the moment when anger, anger after one of my biggest disappointments due to an infidelity, changed every bit of me and made me colder, calculating and spiteful.
This work is divided into eighteen chapters, each representing a phase, a circle through which I passed and what I learned.
For two years this was that diary in which I wrote when anger ate me inside and tears stained my days of gray.
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MASOCHISM.
PoetryThis is a story told after a long time, a late revenge, revealing my version and the truth of what happened. Maybe it's masochism, or a simple pain addiction? Co-Written by Isabel Climent Martinez.
