The giving of self over to instinct.
She gives herself over to the chaos
Bloodied lips drawn back
Over bared teeth
She succumbs
Body prepared in suspended crouch
Fingers of torn skin and nail
Clutching in defiance against weakness
Rationality fades
Blinded by searing rage, she howls
Stepping backward into darkness
Fading into the chaos
Exalted self sacrificed to primal instinct
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