The Dragon Is Loose
A few nights before I was supposed to leave for the funeral for my grandmother, I was raging pretty bad. It was on the advice of an old friend (You know who you are!) that I get my anger out. This is the product of that. Deep down inside of us is a center of anger and sometimes it is necessary for it to be released. Mine had been so strong, it developed its own personality.
Rage, anger, hatred, darkness, evil, primal raw emotion storm and fog lightning and thunder crashing around me. The anger is strong, am finding it hard to control. Something deep inside me has cracked, has been ripped open, pain, anger, a multitude of emotions, my Pandora's box has been opened. Everything is released. Can't sort it out at all. I am in the cross-hairs, I am a target for all the negativity around me. I cannot find the comfort. I scream out, take the fucking shot! Take the fucking shot at me. Bring it on!
BANG!
I drop to my knees. It feels like my heart has been ripped out. Looking down, it has been. My still beating heart is in front of me. For a few brief moments, the pain subsides as my brain disconnects and tries to figure out what has gone wrong. My brain is overwhelmed, I collapse in a pile, still alive, panting. There is an energy that fills me. It fills every part of me. I know this energy, this is full primal anger, hatred, the epitome of rage. I feel the anger within me, from the past, present and future. I scream out in pain and anger. My voice echoes to the heavens and to the gates of hell.
I AM HERE I roar. But it is not my voice. It sounds different. I look down at my hands, they have taken on a sheen, a golden sheen. My hands curl inward, as they begin to change. They become scaly in nature as my frame begins to lengthen. The pain is unbearable. I scream out again.
AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! The scream is bloodcurdling. If anyone was even close to me, I don't really care. My frame lengthens, my forearms and legs become huge and scaly. I develop a tail. I feel like my back is being ripped open as my spine cracks and lengthens. I feel a stabbing pain at various points along my back.
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME????
I drop to the ground again, screaming in pain, the tears streaming down my face and becoming a puddle on the ground. I look down and my face has changed. It's become...reptilian.
WHAT HAVE I BECOME???
I feel another spasm across my back in two places as a set of bones emerge and spread out, the skin stretching over them. I collapse yet again and pass out. For several minutes I am out.
I awaken again and look down at the puddle of tears on the floor. I am a DRAGON. My eyes glow red like burning coals before they cool. I spread my wings. I curl my tail and swish it back and forth. My heart is gone.
I am the embodiment of pure anger. I am rage personified. I am a dragon. I am Rogal. And I am free, and unleashed.