Wednesday, November 10, 2004

92. Anonymous

When I put my costume on I feel strong. Invulnerable. Hard as a rock... in every way, through every inch of my body. I stretch the bodysuit over taut muscles, pull gloves over powerful fists, savor the stiffness of boot leather atop feet trained to kick and to kill. Sometimes the realization of my strength is so intoxicating that I must release the energy building up in me before I set off into the night, knowing full well that I am superior. Invincible.

And that I will destroy Him.