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.