The ripping begins again.
A strong wave of revulsion passes over me, disgust for what I am .... what I am becoming.
More burning than the physical sense of being turned inside out is the mental inversion. Every man has the beast, raging demon of the psyche buried within their skulls. A deep reminder of a time when we were the hunters and the hunted. Black pools reflecting a shaggy visage, the fragmented heritage of thousands of years of evolution. What's left of the the primordial, lurking behind a thin veil of humanity. The bite sent poison surging through my blood. The tidal wave tore the restraint away. I am forced to wear what I wish desperately to stuff back into my head. Claws threatening to rend tender flesh apart. Fear and madness, stretching, elongating, bones grinding, tendons cracking in pain. With the moon in my eyes the howling begins; the frenzied animal snapping and snarling. I promise that this time I won't let go. I won't slip into the mind of the beast, I will be separate and watch the horror of the night unfold before me. I remember the looks of desperate hatred on those around me. Afraid of themselves , terrified of what they see in their own minds that is so like the slavering feral creature confronting them. Oh mother I am afraid of myself too. With each thrash of the wolf my resolve slips away.
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