Boiling, rising, piercing. Millions of needles beneath my skin. Defenses are high, senses are heightened, shield of lies, hiding behind a facade of normality and improvement. Inside black as night, full of monsters, trembling to fight. To fight the good that might be left, to leave the wolf broken and bereft; of all the love and all the light.
Despair begins to waken, the darkness and demons demand it. It rises, pooling out through her mind and body. It paralyzes, it brings panic to the brim, then something deep and dark. Darker than all that came before. Ruthless, guiltless, emotionless save for one. Anger. Anger breathes deeply and the monsters vanish. Anger, stretches, flexes, and demons meld away. Anger burns. Electric blue flame, weaving, erratic like lightening. It's contagious, it's spreads, hungry, anything to feed.
Anger is eternal, it courses through her body, devouring any it wills. Anger never dies. Anger never dies. Anger. Never. Dies.
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