I am a lioness.
He, my opponent,
A gazelle.
I observe him,
Catch his mistakes,
Seek out his flaws.
I wait,
Bide my time.
When the moment is right,
I will strike.
It comes for me
Like a missile seeking its target.
My muscles ripple
As I bring my hand to my face,
Blocking the blow.
I feel it land,
And it stings,
My arm tingles,
The nerves cry out for help.
But the voice in my mind is louder.
“You are fierce,” it tells me,
“Unstoppable.”
It drowns out each protest,
Each objection of my aching limbs.
My vision is red.
I taste my fury,
My need for victory
Is pungent in my mouth.
Now it’s my turn.
I wind up.
I pounce.
Left hook,
Right cross.
Two points.
I stand victorious.
I am a lioness.
I have captured my prey.
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Author:
hannahcahill (
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Comments2
Really good I don't know who ami to comment ,the use of less is more ,I feel I went through the hunt ,it's goo powerful
Hannah,
My only complaint that for a "Lioness",I would have preferred bigger characters.
Except you are as wicked as only a woman could be?!
I like very much the metaphor,the combination of taste,vision,emotion and the climax...
Very Good Start!
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