I'm A Serious Writer Seriously Writing Serious Things, Look At How Deep I AmSubmitted by Quartermain at 2012-05-23 02:11:52 EDT
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I warned you.
I told you what would happen, how I could not control myself, but you laughed at me. You laughed and said 'What's the worst that could happen?'
You're not laughing now though.
I thought I could control myself, that I could have them around and not succumb to the hellish urges and whispered commands. That maybe this time would be different, that this time I would be strong and able to resist temptation. But I was too weak. The shocked and horrified expression you wore the last time I saw you is burned into my memory, like a brand on a cow at the Shame and Guilt ranch.
I warned you.
At first it was enough to just stand there and look at them, in their boxes, where I kept them safe from prying eyes and judgmental questions. I would stand there and look at them. Sometimes I would reach out and start to touch one, but at the last moment would always snatch my hand back like I had been burnt.
And then, and then...it was no longer enough to just look. The temptation was too great. I had to touch them, to feel them. At this point I could delude myself that I was still in control, that I had not started down the slippery slope of rationalization, that I could still back away from the abyss.
What a fool I was.
There came a point where touching was not enough, like how watching before it had not been enough. I was now completely lost and what was more, no longer cared. Facile rationalizations had fallen by the wayside. All that mattered now was possession.
So I began to carve off little bits here and there. An ear here, a foot there, occasionally even a head if I felt I could get away with it. I would quickly dine on my prize and then dispose of the evidence, and none the wiser.
The more I got away with, the bolder I became, until I felt invincible. And that was my downfall. I had consumed the last of my latest prize earlier that day, and was already feeling the need for more. So I went out and got it. I had brought home five or six and was already working on them all when you came home and caught me.
Caught me with those poor children of Switzerland...
Those Swiss chocolate bunny rabbits.