I need to kill something!

I need to kill something, but, I hate to hurt things and people. I know I don’t like it cuz I have tried both.

Never got over all the cacti I chopped down pretending I was slaughtering the enemy. No I was not clearing land. Just fighting the enemy. Moaning succulents and cactus’ tears didn’t stop me. Falling limbs from soft giant weeping cucumber,warriors thuded my heart a flutter. I still did it, in spite of the sinking feeling. The exhilaration one was intoxication. A great feeling – cutting down the enemy. But I felt sad, too. Sometimes I said sorry under my breath as the lovely star-shaped  slices thumped and splatter on the ground. That hurt my heart. But I couldn’t stop.

Like I couldn’t stop playing violent video games. Like I can’t stop blaming other people and making them wrong, and into monsters in my mind when I judge.

Nope, the games and the t.v. didn’t make me violent.

Fighting for peace, and for liberty did. The epic war stories. The Bible heroes. But I had to enjoy them first.  Nope, I was born a howling kid. Violence is my birthright.

Thank God for violent video games!

I need to kill something.

“— an effort to pin complex social or psychological issues on an enemy that can’t fight back.”

Weekly Writing Challenge: Mind the Gap