Howl for Justice
The power is more than I want, more than I think, more than I know.
The wild edge of the strength is fast, fast like the change, fast like my breath, fast like my breath and my breath and my pulse and my thoughts. They are fast and I can’t hold them, can’t hold them like I am supposed to, like I am supposed to, like I am supposed to hold. I can’t hold them. I can’t.
The power is too much.
But I want to be Mara.
The power is more.
I hold it and the wildness fills the world, fills the world like it is supposed to, like it is supposed to, like it is supposed to be.
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