These days I spend most of my time fantasizing about becoming a monster. Charybdis or Medusa, banshee or werewolf, siren or harpy, I don’t really care; just give me teeth and claws and I’ll supply the rage. I’ve got so much madness bottled up inside that I’m surprised I can’t turn people to stone with a glance already. I long to shed this soft, squishy layer of human skin and unveil the armored exoskeleton beneath. Make me six-headed Scylla and I will devour fleets of ships! Make me gifted Arachne and I will weave traps strong as spiders’ silk! Make me ravenous Ammit and I will tear the hearts of the unworthy to pieces! Come, goddess or witch, reshape this flimsy mortal form so I may be daughter of monsters and mother of beasts!
This post is my mood, lately. <3
I often have this feeling. There’s something comforting in the thought/ fantasy of becoming a monster…
I used to fantasize in highschool alot about shapeshifting. My favorite was a giant cat (usually a leopard or lion) and I would go around attacking people xD teenage angst lol
I still do sometimes. Ya gotta keep your mind occupied somehow!