The urge is potent.
It is more than an urge; it is a hunger. It is a voracious hunger to end the great famine. It is a craving to feel the icy blade skate across the skin. It is a desire to feel the sting as it penetrates the largest organ of the human body. It opens the cage, allowing the warmth from within to spill out, shielding from the malice of humankind.
This is my crimson liberation.