How Did I Do
she defied her captors
staring at their vile faces, she slowly unsheathed her sword
Her vacant hazel eyes dared them to kill her
never losing contact
her face was fearless as they approached
five against one
she made a formidable adversary
slashing and killing
they had not expected this much fury from an unassuming woman
she was a tornado, a sand storm, a tsunami
there was a solid viciousness about her.
She kept slashing and killing
until four lay dead
how did I do? She asked the survivor.
He put his hands up and backed away.
Believing her reputation at last.
Spreading her truth himself.
To anyone who would listen.
Warning them.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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