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I don’t know, I’d say I’m a storm, heart grey and full of chaos. It gets heavy, holding everything in there, the charge building and building until it flashes hot and bright in my belly and I’m out, scattered and exposed. It’s best to keep it where no one gets hurt. I’ll scrape the pieces back together, hold them in some tentative grasp and step forward again into that terrifying unpredictability. And step forward again.
There is calm at the center if I can get to it, let the chaos swirl around me, contained. It only lasts so long. A storm is meant to move and change. It’s meant to open up and rain down, make a mess.
The charge won’t kill you if you’re grounded. And while I’m lit up and shining, I’ll find my face in the water, bending light into color, shining through my monochrome reflection. Amber and blue, purple and green, flecks of yellow, soaked and tattered and burnt, but beautiful.