Howl for Justice
It is all I can do to hold on, all I can do to hold.
The tight, metallic taste of it is quick and sharp, quick and sharp in my mouth, in my veins, in my life, in my mind. It is more than I can handle, more than I am ready for, more than I know how to be, more than I know how to stop. It is fast and raw and fast, fast, fast. It is uncontrollable, untamable, wild.
It’s happening.
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