Type: Drusilla madness
Rating: PG-15 (imagery, themes)
Spoilers: None, (School Hard, Season 2, to be pedantic)
Notes: The Electra Complex is the female version of the oedipus complex as proposed by Freud. That is a repressed desire of a daughter to have a sexual relationship with their father, usually steming from a desire to have their father to themselves, and a jealousy of their mother. Obviously the Oediepus is just the same thing, but with sons and mothers.
I watched someone die once. I held them in my hands, but when I turned around there was no one behind me. They made the river run red. Red like pomegranate juice, staining pretty children's fingers. I'm by the river now. It's pure and clean. I fell in. I'm clean. It tells me. Tell me how clean I am. Tell me to the red river that flows over pretty children.
He's watching me. He knew me, knew me before I was even born. He made me dirty then washed away my grave's dirt with pure red water. But I'm still dirty. All the red in the world cannot stain me white.
No! Don't look at me. Don't touch me! I'll tell my Daddy. He's respectable; he's respected in these parts. I'll tell him what you said about me and he'll show you. He'll cut you up for what you've said about me.
Ssh, ssh, my precious little girl. Keep quiet. A secret, just for us. Good girls stay quiet, stay quiet. Clean girls stay silent . . . we know what happens to dirty little children. I saw, I saw. They drown in clean water because they are not pure. But I'm clean. I'm clean all over.
I had a dream. I dreamt the devil came and ate me up from the inside. Made me speak strange things and tell strange tales. Sent me pictures of sins and red rivers. I made the rivers run red and I laughed. I thought it was funny. And the devil smiled with me and loved me. He was my Daddy. He knew me, knew me. Gave me life and knew me before I was born to him. Daddy.
I don't mean to be unclean. I love God, Daddy, I love God. I want to do Him good. I want to be holy and pure in His Eyes. In the Eyes of His Angels. I don't mean to see these things Daddy! I had no dream, I had no dream! Only God can see the future, Daddy I'm sorry! Daddy please!
Ssh, ssh, don't cry. Stop that crying. Be a good girl, be a quiet girl. Ssh, ssh. That's it. Stop crying. Daddy loves you. Ssh. Daddy loves you. Daddy owns you. Keep it quiet, keep it silent. Ssh. Wait. Here. Daddy has a gift. See? It's Momma's wedding ring. Put it on. Does it fit? Yes? See? Ssh. Daddy loves you like he loved Momma. Ssh. When you're older I'll buy you your own ring. Will you cry as your Daddy gives you away? Yes? Good. Daddy loves you. Daddy only wants to show you how much he loves you. Daddy loves me. It's for my own good. It's for your own good. Ssh, ssh.
I dreamed again Daddy. I didn't mean to. I saw blood run between my legs and then a white light came out too. I felt all dead and empty inside. Like all the life had left me.
I saw someone die once. I held them inside me, because my Daddy was in front of me, but when I turned, he was behind me, and then they were gone. No body and no ashes. Was it a girl? A dirty little girl. It's for her own good. Did she have a name, a name I could call? Can I give her a name? Dirty little girl. As she died I was born. Reborn. Reborn with the flow of blood. Was she breathing? Did she cry? Did she cry out for her mommy? Not for her Daddy. She can't have her Daddy. He's my Daddy, all mine. I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm a good girl now. See? See how I bleed? Are you a good girl? Are you? Are you?
Rating: PG-15 (imagery, themes)
Spoilers: None, (School Hard, Season 2, to be pedantic)
Notes: The Electra Complex is the female version of the oedipus complex as proposed by Freud. That is a repressed desire of a daughter to have a sexual relationship with their father, usually steming from a desire to have their father to themselves, and a jealousy of their mother. Obviously the Oediepus is just the same thing, but with sons and mothers.
I watched someone die once. I held them in my hands, but when I turned around there was no one behind me. They made the river run red. Red like pomegranate juice, staining pretty children's fingers. I'm by the river now. It's pure and clean. I fell in. I'm clean. It tells me. Tell me how clean I am. Tell me to the red river that flows over pretty children.
He's watching me. He knew me, knew me before I was even born. He made me dirty then washed away my grave's dirt with pure red water. But I'm still dirty. All the red in the world cannot stain me white.
No! Don't look at me. Don't touch me! I'll tell my Daddy. He's respectable; he's respected in these parts. I'll tell him what you said about me and he'll show you. He'll cut you up for what you've said about me.
Ssh, ssh, my precious little girl. Keep quiet. A secret, just for us. Good girls stay quiet, stay quiet. Clean girls stay silent . . . we know what happens to dirty little children. I saw, I saw. They drown in clean water because they are not pure. But I'm clean. I'm clean all over.
I had a dream. I dreamt the devil came and ate me up from the inside. Made me speak strange things and tell strange tales. Sent me pictures of sins and red rivers. I made the rivers run red and I laughed. I thought it was funny. And the devil smiled with me and loved me. He was my Daddy. He knew me, knew me. Gave me life and knew me before I was born to him. Daddy.
I don't mean to be unclean. I love God, Daddy, I love God. I want to do Him good. I want to be holy and pure in His Eyes. In the Eyes of His Angels. I don't mean to see these things Daddy! I had no dream, I had no dream! Only God can see the future, Daddy I'm sorry! Daddy please!
Ssh, ssh, don't cry. Stop that crying. Be a good girl, be a quiet girl. Ssh, ssh. That's it. Stop crying. Daddy loves you. Ssh. Daddy loves you. Daddy owns you. Keep it quiet, keep it silent. Ssh. Wait. Here. Daddy has a gift. See? It's Momma's wedding ring. Put it on. Does it fit? Yes? See? Ssh. Daddy loves you like he loved Momma. Ssh. When you're older I'll buy you your own ring. Will you cry as your Daddy gives you away? Yes? Good. Daddy loves you. Daddy only wants to show you how much he loves you. Daddy loves me. It's for my own good. It's for your own good. Ssh, ssh.
I dreamed again Daddy. I didn't mean to. I saw blood run between my legs and then a white light came out too. I felt all dead and empty inside. Like all the life had left me.
I saw someone die once. I held them inside me, because my Daddy was in front of me, but when I turned, he was behind me, and then they were gone. No body and no ashes. Was it a girl? A dirty little girl. It's for her own good. Did she have a name, a name I could call? Can I give her a name? Dirty little girl. As she died I was born. Reborn. Reborn with the flow of blood. Was she breathing? Did she cry? Did she cry out for her mommy? Not for her Daddy. She can't have her Daddy. He's my Daddy, all mine. I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm a good girl now. See? See how I bleed? Are you a good girl? Are you? Are you?