Lioness

hannahcahill

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.

  • Author: hannahcahill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2016 16:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • isituorme

    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

  • lysistrata

    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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