Bella Cose would bellow,
Yell over the din of chaos.
Lacking voice that followed
She cataloged as "okay loss."
Denim, ink, and leather
Were commonly worn to cover
Compact frame that wanted
Assertion through hemo-color.
Thick-thighed, quick-eyed brawler,
Hair spiky as her demeanor.
Bella held a challenge
Of finding who might defeat her.
Melee flayed a staid day,
Lent meaning to act of breathing.
Fanged and feral penchant
Within her would not stop teething.
Bangle, ring, or knuckle
Were chambering chance to open
Set of lips performing
The sin of a word misspoken.
Parent, friend--all manner
Of person who moved to change her
Got a kicked-in windpipe
Then, "Fuck you, you fuck-head stranger."
awesome- nothing else.
ReplyDeleteexcellent portrait of a curiously promising character - perhaps a place in a story somewhere?