Facing Your Fear

Alarmed finally, after the Jersey bull Placed its head against my belly Started to press down the way I might Try to push away some dread Like the one that was heaving through My chest, resembling acid reflux I guess My fiancé saved me from the bull Kicking him none too gently in the nose As he pulled me away from his terse form And toward his own more affectionate hug Gratefully, I fell into his embrace And sighed a hint of relief through Clenched, panicked lips of dismay