I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)

by Jamison Shea

TO THOSE WHO FIND FREEDOM IN BECOMING A MONSTER WHEN DENIED THE SPACE TO BE HUMAN

Firm but still broken. And always beautiful.

People always manufactured excuses to deny us our successes.

I didn’t see a world for me without my art in it, where I didn’t live this beauty and torment every single day.

Even Chaos has rules. To receive, we must be willing to take. To win, you must be willing to fight. To drink in life itself, you must be willing to bleed. And there will be blood.

Paris was beautiful in the ugliest way, and I only dreamed of being loved so unconditionally.

Because it didn’t matter what he’d felt. He and his estranged wife were my earliest lessons in packing up and walking away. Their disengagement taught me the value of selfishness. They shaped the beast that slumbered inside of me.

I didn’t know how to forgive people who ran away from me, and I didn’t want to learn.

I fed her to the beast, and the beast was me, and the beast was within me.