Essential Atrocities

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Some horrors remind us of what what we are. “Just enough of me left to appreciate the horror of it, to watch through eyes that are no longer mine as they puppeteer my body, carry me from bed, out into the night...”

Some make us what we fear we'll become. “A glimpse is all I allow them, all they can withstand. Promises following the cries and howls, their breathless pleas as they run, run from the vermin that have gnawed and wormed their ways through, that have evolved from the dead, formed of their parent’s ashes and regrets…”

But some, those rare few, provide fleeting glimpses of what we might yet be. “Our laughter one, as he pulls away, as our eyes scintillate together, stars sharing their poisoned radiance, transmitting their poetry and adoration through the dark.”

These are the Essential Atrocities, however much we might deny, however much we might cleave to the comforting and familiar. They rip us open, expose us, flay us more naked than we've ever been, and show us the ecstasy that comes with being deprived of all we assume. “Falling to my knees as it grinds closer, as more and more and more of its immensity emerges from the mist. Raking at myself, screaming as what little remains of the boy sloughs away, the whimpering worthless, lost little boy that this lost, whimpering, worthless world would have me be, over and over, forever and forever, until whatever machinery suspends it, in whose effluent my new Fathers were born, breaks down.”

Open yourselves, let them in, let them remake you, and allow yourself to laugh amongst the muck of all you once were.