The Abuser

Her words,
Like grenades,
Flaming arrows,
Daggers...
Hitting you one by one.

Her voice,
Boisterous,
Loud,
Intrusive,
Something impossible to ignore.

Her hands,
Claws,
Ready to cut deep into your skin.
Leaving scars,
Reminding you that she is still here,
Mighty and powerful.

Her arm,
Swinging faster than a baseball player who is about to hit a grand slam.

Her eyes,
Filled with fire,
With the will to make you burst into flame without warning.

She can do no good with her hands...
Her abuse reigns farther than any good she could ever do...
Her manipulations can seize a crowd.
She will feed on your pain...
She will feed on your sadness...
She will be finished when you feel as small as she is...