Watch Out

Breathing is laboured. Chest clenched tight.

Throat constricted, stressed from the fight.

Emotions are locked, weapon well loaded.

A single shot could lay waste to one's heart, yes, implode it.

Eyes blackened from visions built from nightmares come true;

Times of anguish, despair, crushing hopelessness too.

Beautiful soul with a darkness within.

Prays for redemption in the midst of each sin.

Loved until there was none left to give.

Questioned what reason there remained to live.

Loss became the only companionship known.

Stripped of her dignity, robbed of her throne.

Thoughts on a loop of how to save the world

that had pillaged, beaten & discarded the girl.

Selfish demands ensued, trying to play on her guilt.

Unaware of just how much of her strength she'd rebuilt.

Beautiful disaster. Wounded warrior pride.

Pull back the hammer, now you'll hear her decry.

Renouncing those who sought to break her will.

Words ripping through flesh, relentless feelings will spill.

Underestimated and unsupported at best.

When her chamber is empty she can finally rest.

When her enemies lie vanquished all will know she has won.

Best watch out for that girl- she's got a gun for a tongue.