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Feb 2014
The dust billows around my torso, a pool of blood

‘Neath my head. My ragged breath gasps in the cold winter air

As i heave convulsively on the soil.

A roar tears out of my being, my eyes wide, bloodshot and hungry

And a violent sweat breaks across my brow.



The pathetic, weak form of my mortal self returns

Once again im forced to submit to the puny, worthless,

Wretched will of the Other Man, He who chooses to reside in the light

He who chooses to live a half-life in the rays of the sun

While i grant his most sacred, his most intimate desires

Billowed in the darkness, hidden from the world.



The ghost of a little girl’s screams shrieks through the morning mist

And I feel the goosebumps of pleasure break across my body, even as

He recoils in fear and disgust. I try to coax him, to gently drive him to the edge

From where He shall drop back into the anonymous, mundane filth He had risen from

And i will finally have the entire claim over this vessel we share.



He resists me, denying me the control and power i desire, a shade

Of the morally sound, just man he had once been.



Nothing remains now that we share,

I am His secret disease, His grotesque pride, His stellar achievement

As He is my shame, my disgust, the entity i wish to destroy with my bare hands.

How i long to feel the blood of Jekyll flow between my fingers, how i long

To take over this body we share, to extend my dark, contagious blood lust over the remnant

Of his once innocently pure mind.



And all of a sudden i feel His will crumble

I feel his sturdy control deteriorate, and the last traces of His being

Whisper to me pathetically, begging me not to unleash

The wild, furious joy coursing through my veins.

His final words ring in my head, fading away as i feel my strength return and the adrenaline rush take over

All His morals, all His guilt, all His sorrow

Nothing can hold me in check now.



I am the one who arose from the deepest pits of Man’s darkest desires

I am the embodiment of all that evil, all that is powerful in Man

And I am the one who shall prevail now and forever.
a flipside of Jekyll, from the infamous tale of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Aditya Shankar
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Aditya Shankar  25/M/India
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     Akhil Bhadwal
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