she cannot be.
she cannot sit still
in a polite, artificial silence
so she runs, she rebels
she goes outside
and sets her toes on the musky, dirty grass
tastes pouring rain on her tongue
feels gossamer fog tickle her fingertips
sees jagged moss-covered rocks
and hears thunder rumble through her bones.
she howls herself back to life,
she releases herself back into the world
she howls herself back
for every time she never spoke up
for every moment she was too polite to be honest