Javert on the CouchOn The CouchJavert on the Couch by CorvidAngel
Doctor: Now, Inspector, tell me all about it.
Javert: You realize, doctor, I would not be here at all if I had not been pushed.
J: Forced to be here. This is not my idea, nor do I hold stock in any alienist poking around in my head-- especially since alienists haven't been invented yet.
(notation: patient shows some hostility..)
D: Very well, I understand. We're just here trying to get to the bottom of this.
J: AH HA!! Bottoms! Just as I thought, your kind and your filthy obsessions! Why does everything have to do with bottoms??
D: I never said that.
J: You said bottom!
D: Alright, suppose we start at the beginning.
(note: signs of severe sexual repression and defensiveness)
J: What for?
D: To help us understand why you'd want to try and kill yourself. You were fished out of the Seine, surely you remember.
J: Of course I do! Do you think I'm an idiot??
D: No, not at all, but the Prefect just thought it might be a good idea--
J: The Prefect! HA! The
The Tragedy of MonstersSometimes she was able to completely forget the cruel pain
That rattled against her like a constant beating drum
It stung with a vengeance spiked with love
It would never leave her to herself
That would have been too easy
Love was never that kind
If only then maybe
Maybe then she
Sometimes he would remember the sharp edges of his love
It was almost impossible to forget the many scars
He would create hateful marks wanting to say
The sacred words everyone wanted to hear
But the words were always trapped
And every time he tried
To say those words
"I love you"
There were moments where she could remember the good times
They rested against her mind with a calming embrace
Coated with the blood that tainted things carry
Filled with kisses and carefully placed passion
Lost within the arms of care
That only exists in memory
She wanted to cry
But the tears
There were moments that he could recall the three words
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