deserves to be so;
and insolence, if unpunished, increases.”
-Pierre Corneille
Stained
So where is the line? At what point are you no longer a victim, and more of an aggressor in your own abuse? When does the allowed destruction of self become the abuse of others?
It's the runoff. The pain and anger and shame in being the victim, in allowing yourself to be the victim... it overwhelms. Overfills. Spills down the sides and stains the surface for everyone who sees. Stains everything you touch, all you inhabit.
The poison, or the medicine? Which one are you? Where is your line?
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The pain and anger and shame in being the victim. The figure of the abuser looms, eating the sky. There grows a kind of infatuation with his power as i am debased. I emulate him.
I affected his attitudes as attempt to counter the self disgust of victimhood, but it only drove every blow deeper. To love oneself after the humiliation, that is the medicine. To be the artist who draws her own lines <3
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