It is a feeling like waking up except more than that a birth of sorts Adrenaline pumping through her body through her muscles her poor heart trying to keep up with this self-inflicted madness run run run if she runs fast enough she can change things escape things sometimes she feels this rage deep in her stomach in the ancient part of her brain it bubbles up hysterically her skin feels tight hairs stand up a nausea deep inside everything feels wrong she needs to run let every last drop of hateful poisonous energy drain out of her body the alternative is to go mad mad from the grief of inability to change everything anything and so she runs her way through that flood which will swallow her whole if she stand still it gets better if temporarily look back and watch her filled with rage using her body as a tool for release run through the trees feral like Lacking control over the feeling makes control over the release much more powerful maybe one day she wont feel that rage again tame it, control it but that thought makes her sad she would rather burn
About Author:
Claire Vredenbregt (she/her) is a Dutch biologist working professionally on the cross roads between climate change adaptation and nature conservation. As an author she focuses on themes relating to the lives and rights of women and queer folks and climate change. She has a special fondness of fantasy and sci fiction, because escaping reality is sometimes needed.