Uncontrollable

She had gotten used to midnight, to the clouds that rained down her misfortune. She had let it become her home, her life, her everything. She had let it darken a part of her that she promised would never brighten again. She had hoped she never would. Her icy disposition was easier to reveal than the warmth she yearned to touch. But as if the fire had come from the very core she buried herself in, it grew in the likeness of great beasts and mighty roars. Maybe, she thought, she had always been a monster. Maybe, it was as innate as breathing. In this dark world she grew up in, she could finally see the light.