Rage Desires Relief
N.B. Nothing and nobody was hurt. I took out my aggression on cardboard ^^
The truth is, I wouldn’t harm a fly. I’m not a violent person.
But something came over me today.
Something that I never realised was part of me. Not an accessory, not a fleeting impulse.
Part of me.
It lingered like a tiger in my shadow,
Claws scraping across the earth,
Sharp teeth framing its hungry smile,
Its eyes, starved and patient, ever studying and observing.
I had a desire.
It was aching to be fed.
I’d left her starving in the shadows for too long.
I knew it was what I wanted, what I desired, what I ached for.
I wanted to feel the violence coursing through my body, not as a passive thought but as action. Raw and unrestrained.
I wanted to watch the tiger pounce, claws sinking deep, no holding back, all blood and teeth.
Only instinct.
And so I gave in.
I stepped into the shadow and watched my tiger crawl out.
At first, she was cautious. But a tiger does not care for the mess she will make. She only cares to put the prey in her jaws.
So I let her loose. I let her feed. It felt good.
Fuck, I felt good.
Heat surged over me and under my skin, like hot hands tracing my bare body.
My blood pumping, my heart racing, my pupils dilated.
I was hot and bothered, I felt primal and ravenous, raw and vulnerable.
I had let myself lose total control whilst remaining in utter control, and I was enjoying it.
Between power and surrender, heat and instinct, I felt passion.
It was intimate.
I vow to never let her grow so starved again.
But today,
My rage desires relief.



Ok, how the hell does your butterfly sign say butterfly but your 444 sign is mirror imaged?!