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The Beast Within
07:03 Sep 29 2008
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I wanted to kill her

And it wasn’t funny; nothing was funny about it

My feet were still on the cool marble of the stairs

The house was vastly empty

I heard her speaking, I heard her voice

It grated on my nerves, got under my skin

In fact it made my blood churn

In a sickening wave of rage

My eyes, they might have looked like blue steel

If you could have seen them

They bored savagely into her back

My vision began to tunnel

It was like the darkness inside

Began to creep around the edges of my conscience

I imagined my foot, my leg coming up

I imagined one swift kick

It would send her flailing down the steep, hard stairs

She would bounce and roll

Her fat jiggling all the way down

Maybe it would break her neck

Or maybe she wouldn’t die at all

That was the problem

Then I thought of her pain and felt sick

I imagined her face contorted in shock and horror

She would stare up at me with wide eyes

She would blubber and cry as I stood over her

And then what? What does it feel like to know you’re about to die?

A wave of guilt crashed into me so fierce

I had to force myself to breathe

I heard her voice and watched

her descend the stairs

I was shaking ever so slightly

I had never felt so like an animal

The pure primal instinct

to kill what threatens you

I followed behind her slowly

My foot stayed on the ground

As the beast slid back into the eternal depths of my soul