Split down the middle, two halves never whole, feelings she cannot discuss. One half is quiet and deeply introverted, the other a predatory succubus. Like a Jekyll and Hyde, in vain she has tried, to resist the demons voice. There are times the feeling is so incredibly powerful, she doesn't have a choice. Jekyll comes out, she's as meek as a church mouse, cocooned inside her shell. Hyde returns, her innocence burns, her life transforms and becomes a living hell. Doctors have questioned, prescribed medications, for symptoms they cannot explain. But she can feel, that they are painfully real, tries her best, but just cannot contain. When emotions take over, she forfeits disclosure of her deepest ephemeral desires. Cursing and shouting, her desires overcrowding her, pouring kerosene onto the fire. Two separate voices, each declaring their choices, she is incumbent to obey. Behind the mask, when she wakes after dark, who decides which is she going to become today?.
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