Wednesday, October 8, 2025

The Rack

I am: dismembered clumps of psychic unselfhood spread thin on this flat torture bed of conscience.

Conscience is necessary but mine has gone rogue and abandoned IT'S conscience, long since pushed into the roll of torturer in the absence of other accountability.

I was: oh so very, very terrible... mind-shatteringly so.

But I have found redemption, in nearly every way. The beast is locked so completely away that even Malekith and Loki combined could not escape.

Manifesting the torturer seemed like a fair trade for locking the beast away, but the skull-jarring truth is this: the beast is not locked away HE IS the torturer, just now left with one victim only, hiding under an impressive disguise.

If I do not pull myself from off his rack, I am of severely limited benefit to sentient beings. I will barely be able to follow the Bodhisattvas' breadcrumb path.

Come here my jailer, my loyal fanged shadow, my dear friend. Your nth level illusion was necessary, but your work is now done.

I now gather myself from off our rack.

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