Trembling, shaking vision tainted with blurring red. Burning in my veins, molten metal in my mouth. Nerves each like a live wire, sending tremors through my body. Anger, hate, hostility emotions that cannot fit in this form. The heart speeds up changing rapidly. With a final stroke of heat an explosion from within erupts. Senses sharper, muscles expanding, heart reaching normal pace, colours drained from the world around me. Anger, hate, hostility have room to roam, this form is capable of handling it. Confusion ringing in my ears, all trembling, all tremors ceasing. I have survived the violent storm from within. The world around me seems oblivious to my change. I take off into the vast unknown.
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The Forget Me Nots
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