Cloud of anger
Darkness is a necessary friend, even if I’m hesitant to spend too much time with it. It fuels me with anger, and anger motivates me to defend my limits, to say ”stop” when I’ve been wronged. Motivation gives me a voice, it makes me strong. That’s why I love anger, because it’s the only time I’m capable of speaking my mind.

Like a dark stormcloud, it swoops down from out of nowhere, engulfing me in its thick smog. My every pore absorbs its energy until it radiates through my pupils like a blazing sun. My body grows a head taller, my heart races, and my skin becomes translucent until a faint glow shimmer from my veins.

Once settled, Darkness says,

”Greetings. Why do you never call for me? I have to personally seek you out, but you are skilled at hiding and slipping out of my grasp.”

And I answer, ”Because every time we merge then separate it’s like pulling a dagger out of my own body, and I keep bleeding for days. Actions have consequences, and they hurt like hell.”

”A blade I never put there, and a blade you didn’t even dodge, but simply watched it pierce you, slowly. But doesn’t it feel good once it’s gone? If I hadn’t come, you never would’ve removed it, you coward. Without me, you are incapable of taking out what hurts you.”

Darkness laughs, mocking me, and I sulk, because I know it’s right. And once again, it makes me angry.

"But with you, I become… someone else,” I sigh.

I can hear Darkness grin as it suggests,

“Only if you allow me to take full control.”

But then it sobers up, adding,

“Though even I know that’d be a stupid decision, for both our sakes. I am not a weakness - I am your strength, so use me wisely.”

Created 2023, sometime

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