How often do you think about violence? I do it often. The only thing I spend more time thinking about is probably sex. I never talk about it. Sometimes I write about it. I am not a violent person and I do not self-harm. I’m about as pacifist as hippies come. But the thoughts are there. I can hardly stand watching gruesome acts of violence in a movie, and hearing it described can really make me nauseous, yet it’s what I often think about when winding down my thoughts before sleep.
Cutting through skin. Innards and blood spilling out. Breaking bones. Driving needles into places where they would cause the maximum amount of pain. Choking, drowning, ripping and tearing apart, and all manner of gross stuff.
I don’t know why. Make of it what you will. Violence is there, for some reason, deep inside of me.
Love and thoughts,
Winterdragon
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| Art, again, by Clive Barker. |
