Base of This Beast

Its like watching it happen another time.

I am standing in the sidelines.... watching this happen. I am watching this happen. I cant believe this is happening but I am still watching, in horrified fascination. Its like watching someone rape me. Its like that. But its not just that.

The rape is a non-consensual act of violence where the subject is objectified. But what if the object is in another plane where she/he fails to understand what is happening to her/him, just let it happen, and watch as she/he is being raped from somewhere within the self where nothing, no one can approach her, touch her, understand her?

There's the rub.

I watch. Its always been like that. A watch. A look out. Out from the world within, like the mermaid watching from within the sea the spirit beyond. The mermaid wanted others to understand her but she could not. Her voice at the world of reality was snatched away. She was frozen on the spot, watching it happen to her.... where reality robbed her out of her speech. She became the ultimate puppet, played by the hands of reality... and she escaped to the sea because she realized the empathy of the enclosure...