She

 She was told: 

You’re too loud.

Smile more.

Do as you’re told.

But the furrow in her brow was a warning of what was inside. 

Lips pulled back and teeth bared, 

(as she complied, with a smile)

Her howl shook the room. 

Turning to her 

sister

mother

daughter

And to the Moon, 

The voices outside her now silenced in response

As her bloodied footsteps walked away

To the trees, who echoed her howls with whispers

To the paths, where her hands were unbound

To the waters, washed with stones

Where her voice became soft once again.