Bully – response to seed 903 @ nathanblixt.wordpress.com

She held her breath for some kind of relief,
her eyes darted left and right,
scanning the crowd of onlooking children,
uninvolved peers,
disinterested faces watching the animal drama play out.

Her jawed ached,
a pain she had never felt,
still ringing from the blow
hammered over from the twisted face,
harsh with such cruel eyes,
and savage intent.

No relief came with her breath,
but rather a sparkling,
dizzying expulsion
as the next blow,
raining in her gut
forced the breath hissing
from her throat.

Time stilled,
waited in anticipation,
birthing thought,
spawning desperation
as the instinct for flight
and sparked,
seeding the drive for fight,
impatience in receipt,
discontent as a victim.

A force welled up
from the depths of her being,
to cast off the glazed eyes of those peers,
to cast out those horrid words,
that sleepless worry,
frustration over culpability
for life choices
not her own.

resolute determination displaced the watery blood
pumping through her heart,
as she transformed
from little girl,
crouching and afraid,
to powerful lioness,
heroine of her own tale.

She lashed out,
made contact,
and bellowed her rage,
pounded out all the pain.



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