Feral Theatre of Dionysus



One day, I found myself angry at Dionysus again.


Not a small kind of anger, not something clean. Something deeper. Restless. Tight.


The forest was quiet. Too quiet.


“He’s definitely up to something,” I muttered.


I started walking faster. His traces were everywhere: spilled wine soaking into the earth, crushed grapes under my feet, wreaths hanging carelessly from branches.


But him?


You never really catch him.


Then I heard it.


Laughter.


Soft. A little drunk. A little mocking. But warm in a way that unsettled me more than anything.


I followed it.


And there he was.


Sitting on a rock, head tilted back, laughing at the sky. Surrounded by silhouettes.


Bodies moving without rhythm, without restraint, as if something inside them had broken loose and refused to return.


One was laughing too hard, barely breathing, tears running down their face.

Another was crying, quiet and hollow, like something had finally given up.

Someone else stood still, completely empty, or maybe finally full. I couldn’t tell.


It was ugly.


It was honest.


It made me sick.


“Enough,” I snapped.


Too sharp. Too loud.


Everything stopped.


Dionysus turned his head toward me, slowly. Those eyes… like he knew.


“You came again,” he said. Calm. No surprise. Almost amused.


“Yes,” I said. “Because you -”


I stopped.


There wasn’t a word for it.


“You ruin everything.”


That smile.


Not kind. Not cruel. Just knowing.


“Ruin?” he said. “I removed that was never real”


Something in me pulled tight.


“You strip people down until there’s nothing left. They lose themselves.”


He stepped closer.


Slow. Certain.


“No,” he said. “They stop pretending.”


I looked at them again.


I didn’t want to.


But I did.


The laughter wasn’t madness. It was release.

The crying wasn’t weakness. It was something breaking open.

The stillness wasn’t emptiness. It was surrender.


“You’re breaking them,” I said.


He tilted his head.


“Or am I the only one who doesn’t lie to them?”


That stayed.


Somewhere deeper than I wanted.


Something in me resisted, tightened, and then -


Cracked.


Quietly.


He saw it.


“You can’t keep everything from breaking,” he said. “Some things are meant to.”


I said nothing.


I understood him.


I wish I didn’t.


“I still don’t like you,” I said.


He laughed.


“I know,” he said. “And yet, you always come back.”


And that—



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