you don’t know yet what you’re capable of, but I’m willing to bet it’s extraordinary

I unravel the rage until it courses through my veins like fuel in an engine. I let it become a part of me, but not all of me. Hot, scorching pain under my skin, under my tongue, under my nails. I let it spread through me—until there is no more “before” and no more ‘after’. I am her and she is me.