Dangerous Magick

Discontent.

D-I-S-C-O-N-T-E-N-T.

I spelled it accidentally. Putting in my password and at the forefront of my mind.

DiScOnTeNt.

Why?

I don't understand it. I don't seem to know why, inside of myself, it roils and froths. It hurts. It leaves me empty. Breathless.

Maybe this is leftover from the six month depression dream. Nightmare.

Heartbroken. But I never knew how to repair it. Its edges are still flawed, still frayed, still........angry. Angry. Wrathful. Punishing.

If I were a goddess I would be a vengeance goddess, I would be a justice goddess, I would be a force of nature. divine.

Women make me nauseous.

Take a picture. It lasts longer.