There’s a monster in me.

Oh, sure, you’ve heard that a thousand times before. All these people who clear themselves of their conduct by talking about those voices that pushed them to act, this monster in them that they could not control.

But I am not. There is no voice or metaphor to excuse my conduct. Just the reality of this beast, lurking deep inside me, waiting for a moment of weakness to take my place.

I always swept away his presence, relegated to a vague malaise of poorly managed emotions. Until I met him. Its intoxicating scent seems to have finally awakened this creature, and it is scratching relentlessly against my skin and my mind, claiming its freedom, so that it can finally take the world between its teeth.

Anna Psaroudaki

@AnnaP

Athens, Greece

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