Amid the frenzy of screams, tears, and angry faces
In a room full of high pitches, blames, and rage.
I shut my eyes closed, tight to make it all go
And there she was – Lyssa.
I made her when I was a kid,
She loved me and hated everyone who made me cry.
She had my legs, my feet, my arms
Her face was like mine
Only eyes were completely black
Teeth were sharp like a wolf
Her nails were sharply edged blades
And hair were long and thick like a weapon of its own.
She smiled crookedly
I loved her despite that evil, wicked look.
She appeared from a blurred background
And when she looked at me
My blotted face and quivering lips
Her eyes turned red in madness
Blood dripped from her teeth
And all she wanted was to be an avenger.
I ran fearfully and hid behind her
Her wrists unclenched to reveal those sharp-edged pointed nails.
No one could see her but me.
Only I was visible to them!
And suddenly she raised her hand
Swayed it at one of those hurtful men
I saw everyone’s eyes widening
As he stood stunned with a cheek flushed
Marked with long fingers like me
All of the other backed away
As Lyssa swayed her arm again
Her mouth opened wide
Revealed blood – black as molten coal.
She screamed so loud in rage
Everyone held their palms against their ears
Fear was evident
I felt avenged
Lyssa looked at me with sympathy
Leaving behind faces of fear
And my stinging hand.