Power Shift

I can feel it

I can feel it slithering up my back

I can feel it slithering up my back and wrapping around my neck

The hand that used to rest so innocently on the small of my back

Now tightly holds me with ring-clad fingers,

Taunting me to

Fight for myself,

To challenge his power, the power that he

Thinks he has—Though does a man truly have power if he needs force?

Or does the need for violence only show weakness?

But meanwhile—

I will wait

I will wait and bide my time

I will wait and bide my time, a hunter for her prey

Ready for that

One mistake, irreversible and final

Where his head is now cradled in my own fingers,

Bloodied and bruised

Where sweet victory is mine

Where the power is truly

Mine

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Originally penned September 27, 2019.