The Opponent

The Opponent

Surveying her opponent, she feels unbelievably
Panicked. The opponent’s scowling, with fierce, hard eyes, ready to pounce. She doesn’t know if she can take the fight. She is about ready to
Cry.

The Opponent scowls on.

Her nose is bumpy and broken. A
Dangerous enemy, who strikes at her very
Soul. A single tear escapes, glistening and glittering. Angrily, she wipes it away.
She must not let her see
Weakness, though it is written
Everywhere.

The Opponent scowls on.

Her features are sharp and angular, yet
Her body muscular and stout. Frustrated, she
Eventually lashes out, just as she had done Before. Out strikes her arm, out strikes her voice. Hating and loathing, she goes for the
Kill.

The Opponent scowls on.

Frustration bubbles. Why am I
So panicked? Why am I so bumpy? Why
Am I so sharp? Why am I so muscular? Why
Am I so broken? A single tear escapes,
Glistening and glittering.

The Opponent wipes it away.