I wish there were magic in my rage. Imagine if women's fear of men fueled my horror and gave me the strength to pluck their eyes out with my claws, turn them to stone, rip them limb from limb... Imagine if the men who deserved it couldn't escape me. How satisfying would it be to know they have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I'd crawl around their skull at night as they try to dream and reminisce of their life before unending unmerciful all-encompassing terror. Trapped and weeping in their new haunted reality, I'd laugh in their fucking faces.














