Call Me Freak

by J.A. Roles

Everyone has trauma, therapy can't fix. And that's okay. You're okay. We'll get through this life together.

She was my release. My escape from reality. My escape from the fucked up life I lived. And the beauty of it all was that she never stopped me. She never said no. She never truly resisted, because I was her escape, too.

I watch, a bittersweet smile forming on my lips, as she joins her fellow creatures in the dance of freedom. In that instant, I understand that my act of release is not just about setting her free but also about releasing a part of myself that's been living in fear of letting things go. Not just the bird, not just people, but my trauma. Maybe one day I'll figure out how to let it go. I know it won't be any time soon. I'm not that fucking naive.

A weak man denies his acts. A strong man owns them.

I know I'm trapped in a cycle of obsession, unable to break free from the hold she has on me. The same hold she's had on me since we were both just kids.

A used tampon catches my eye. One of my favourite items of yours— always. I hold it to my nostrils and inhale it. Your scent hasn't changed. I wonder if you still taste the same? I lick the still wet blood up and down, tasting your blood mixed with your pussy's natural wetness. Fucking delicious. You must have discarded these items before you went to bed. Lucky me.

Ewwwwwwwwe

I wish no peace for you. You stained me. Stole away my innocence... innocence that was never yours to take.

This hits home

"Each beautiful moment escapes us if we let it. The scars buried beneath remind me of the darkest time but the birds fly over them and through them. Taking away my pain and reminding me that they were only ever moments in time. Time I won't get back, but time I'd never want back either."

"Embrace your darkness. I want you to appreciate pain for what it is. It's a fucking pleasure. It can take us places. Help us escape and become exactly what we're meant to be. You and I, we're meant to be, Little Sparrow. Did last night not prove that to you? We're fucking born for one another,"

I grab an old suitcase from the closet and stuff the corpse inside. I really thought I was past all of this. Yet, here I am, disposing of a body, again.

Just another day lol

the woman you called mother, shes... she's not your mother, son,"

Whaaaat??????