Inside Out

I can feel it welling up inside.
A bobcat claw rips the elk,
powerful, fast, frightful.
 
The endorphins flow in my brain.
These feelings overwhelm me,
I try to keep them tamped
 
but like a snake who
bites without thought
the blackness rises like sap.
 
I embrace the anima I become,
Color leaves me and I stalk
in black and white,
 
cold, calm, tenacious, the hunter.
There is no guilt
nor care of consequence
 
only wont for dark aggression.
How do I explain Mr. Hyde
when my outer persona returns?

Copyright © 2002 Dave Ruslander