From Cathartic To Demonic…

Maestro: Why are you incessantly focused 
         on verbalised graphic imagery? 

Alumna: Pure release of catharsis. A pacifist 
        at heart, however when anger ensues 
        there is a desperate ache to take all 
        of that pain. 

Maestro: You realise this could lead to a disjoined
         perspective; one to potentially perpetuate
         anger worthy of constant global explosions. 

Alumna: This is all I have; my imaginarium. Regardless 
        if it is riddled with illumination or one that 
        is fortified in the bowels of the utmost 
        horrific intimate hell. Why can’t you see 
        that? 

Maestro: What I see is a vision of you in a pool of 
         liquid crimson plasma as a direct result 
         of going bonkers. And, the blood smeared  
         in a pattern of letters; to form versification
         on the pristine padded cotton walls. 

Alumna: That would never happed! 

Maestro: How do you know; what could potentially 
         occur and what could not? 

Alumna: Don’t you see? This really is simply catharsis. 
        Intentions are not to hurt myself or another. 

Maestro: You are aware how that looks; aren’t you? 

Alumna: Yes, it is not a difficult reach to envision all 
        of the blood lust you speak of.  This is common
        for me, it’s how I survive. What I need you 
        to understand is that lucid imagery is equal
        towards the light and dark. There is balance.

Maestro: Ok.

Alumna: What do you mean ok? That’s it? 

Maestro: Yup, we're good!