The STOMP

That noise

Instincts kick in

Senses go into full alert

I know it so well

As I access the situation

Past encounters flash across my screen

I exhale noticing I’ve been holding my breath

How far away is it will determine if it will pounce or has already passed

To late

It’s in my face

A firm roar echoes throughout my body

Ignoring won’t make this stop

A response is demanded

But no matter how I  do I’m fucked

This is the way it plans it’s traps

Carefully formulated full of hate

No escape

From where this well flows I’ll never quite understand

It’s time to play as has been said

I jump on a boulder to gain some distance and time

Another deep exhale

I send out my best gentle howl to take away the pressure

Like a small flare

Light is good right?

STRIKE ONE

Twist and tear

It stings

Burns

Aches

I hold it in

No noise

No movement

Maybe that’s all it was

STRIKE TWO

The stomp

To fight back will make it worse

To provide more fuel is foolish

I play dead

Is it Satisfied?

Frustrated?

The strikes stop

It  has sauntered off for now

My body shakes

If you could believe it

At one time I had hope it would find empathy

We could be friends

I’ve given up hope for that

I close my messages

I set my phone down

And the ego replays the attack for the rest of the day

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*This was from last month. I’m all good, but it’s very interesting how “I interpret” what others do into such a dramatic event. I’m human I guess and don’t do very good quickly letting things go. Looking back I should of read the text and let it go without this whole crazy digestion. I’m sure some of you can relate? How do you pause when a strike seams like a strike?