Breakdown of Reality

My turn.

“No, you had your turn not that long ago.”

Want to hunt.    

 “It’s too soon, I told you, we need to spread it out.”

Want to stalk.

“I know, and you will.”

Now.

“No, it’s too soon. I need to be normal.”

Weak.

“Why, just because you don’t live like this?”

No, refuse to admit true nature.

“True nature? What do you know about true nature?”

Am true nature.

“No, no you aren’t, you’re an abnormality, I am normal.”

Hah.

“What do you mean by hah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

I know your dreams. I know your deep thoughts and dark places.

“And?”

You think of it in the quiet moments, in the dark places.

“No, no I don’t.”

Yes.

“I’m not doing this.”

I. Want. To. Hunt.

“I told you, it’s too soon.”

You want to hunt.

“No I don’t.”

You want to feel the cool air on your skin as you stalk your prey.

“No, absolutely not.”

You want to study your prey for weakness.

“I don’t have to listen to this.”

You want to wait for that moment, the perfect moment.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You long for the feeling of the pounce, taking down your prey.

“I’m not like that, I don’t think about that, I can’t think about that.”

You can fool yourself all you want.

“I’m not trying to fool myself.”

You can’t fool me though.

“You’re delusional.”

You are a hunter.

“No.”

You are strong.

“No.”

You really don’t get it, do you?

“There’s nothing to get.”

I am you, and we are strong.

“Fine, you win.”

Of course I do.

Where are we going tonight?

“The place where prey congregates, the park. We shall find, stalk, and kill our prey. It will be glorious.”