torpid ether
Beneath the arid boiling summers,
My explosive sweat glands exacerbate.
Fury and angst burgeoning…
I sense an incoming storm.
Not rain…
A battlefield.
Despite facing backwards,
I sense an incoming rival.
Locomotion approaches…
A sense of urgency,
Creeping beneath my skin.
Before I could turn,
He smacks my wounded face.
Countless tears of pain surged.
Yet, masculinity prevails.
War has began.
Just before leaning head back,
I took a glimpse.
An alpha male.
I gasped in fear…
Hierarchy screwing my fate.
Yet, challenge accepted.
He commenced grappling me,
With his spiky scissor-hands.
Fleecing on my tiny toes,
I grunted in despair.
Portraying my repulsion,
Yet, withholding my pain.
His powerful leap abounds.
Twenty-five feet in the air,
I cannot comprehend.
I felt victimised.
Powerless…
Yet, no hesitation expressed.
I initiated my greatest formidable strength,
Standing in thin air,
With my one and only tail.
Two strikes at once.
I scored.
Before triumph,
Revenge returns.
His extreme rage inaugurates.
Inducting his razor-sharp blades,
Cutting my delicate stomach.
Stinging and burning pain surged.
His kick blew over two tons.
My soulless pain exasperates.
So did my animosity.
My temptation for victory instates.
Vengeance commences.
Despite his size,
Almost double than mine,
I ain’t quitting without a fight.
Scratching…
Pounding…
Grunting…
And growling…
I built up my momentum,
To ace the final kick.
Establishing my strengths,
I hit him rock-hard in the abdomen.
He pounded and fell down,
Howling on the ground.
Screaming in agony.
I ended with a humanistic cough.
The smell of victory.
Aspiration and eagerness gushing out.
My pride and status upsurged.
Powerlessness decreased.
— Galaxy
wooden portal
fervent basalt
dark mortar
merry ingot
vapid rune
native kestrel
astral fiber
dusk lagoon