Just a little bit of ranting. Nothing special. Tell me what you think in the comments. Won't be put in to a story.
A Primitive Instinct
I find myself once again in no position to justify my acts, which scar me with prejudice and a demeaning sense of desolation. Dare not call myself a sister to humanity, nor a comrade or friend, because I am neither. The adjective ‘human’ seems too kind, too favorable.
Thoughts of psychosis enter - leech - in to the mind as if they are a snake winding around its prey, tightening tightly as it goes: insidious.
I know what you are all thinking; And, oh, please, have me by the throat if I tell you other wise. I’d hate to lie to myself. The familiar feeling of that intense paranoia encloses me as the softest fur coat I have yet to dream of. Settling in on my skin on a breezy and snippy winter night.
I dare you. Whisper like a fathomed, skin and bone ghost who is barely there yet presence is too powerful. Linger a little longer in my senses and mess with what drives me wild. Call me a rabid dog with a fierce temper awaiting its ... release.
But a rabid dog that sits still and is utterly quiet? The thought is just drowned in self contradiction. Though maybe it’s what I truly am - that creature from some savage planet driven on that precious gift named the present. Driven on what suffocates him with satisfaction. Driven by some primitive instinct.
