Howl for Justice
The quick and urgent sound of feet, of a small and desperate creature, a small and desperate reminder of the truth, of the truth of me, of the truth of my control, of the truth that I don’t want to know, that I don’t want to see, don’t want to be.
They are full of the weight of the silence, the weight of the need, the weight of the change, of the change, of the change, of the change. They are full and I am full.
The wild is close, and I try to hold it, try to hold myself, try to hold.
It is the truth, the truth of the woods, the truth of me, the truth I am not supposed to be, not supposed to see. But I am. But I am.
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