Discernment is defined as the discrimination, acuteness of judgment, and understanding. Many believed it is a gift from God, meant to help weed out those who show themselves as good but that are, in fact, genuinely evil. Which was all well and good as you went about your daily life. Meeting people on the street, work, clubs, and various other places, this “gift” helped keep the posers from your inner circle.
But in times like these, when nothing but evil surrounds you, that gift becomes a curse. The air is thick with sadistic intent, and my body is soaked in the putrid stuff like motor oil that cannot simply be washed away but must be scrubbed with coarse brushes. Even then, remnants are left behind.
With each lash of the antique leather strap, more and more of that oil soaks into my skin, making my insides greasy with hate and hunger for absolution against these sadistic creatures. These fiends hold educated conversations and smoke fat, expensive cigars as they watch and lust over for my punishment. They laugh and cheer as they listen to my false declaration of apology.
With each strike of the leather, I refuse to call out in pain. I will not demand for it to stop. Because for each hot lick of the strap, I collect another name.
And when evil goes a step too far, there is only one word I cry out… ǝ‘tak.