He better run.
His legs better carry him far and fast.
If they don't -- then it sucks to be him.
Once I get a hold of him-
I'll never let go until I'm finished.
With a bat in my hand,
And a smirk on my face,
I pity him.
He took the 'opportunity' to hurt a loved one
But he never thought of the consequences.
He never took time to think about the girlfriend;
Now he will pay for harming my loved one.
He stumbles over a tree branch-
He falls to the moist ground.
A shadow slowly walks down the street.
He cries out for help but then realizes it's a mistake,
My tennis shoes scuffle on the cement road.
His eyes widen as I come into view.
He tries to get up, to run,
But he's too late.
The minute he's in arms' reach,
I swing the bat.
Only once though.
He stumbles onto the trunk of nearby tree.
I throw the bat to the ground behind me.
His heart lightens as he thinks the pain is done.
I move my body toward him;
I stop when I can feel his panicked breath on my skin
He searches my eyes questioningly, wondering if mercy is contained within.
My right fist collides with his jaw in an instant.
A loud cracking noise echoes through the trees.
He falls to the ground, not daring to get back up.
He doesn't even move his eyes.
He doesn't want to have to face a beating as the one before
The one before he started running.
Moments later, he hears scuffling on the street.
He looks up and sees my dark figure walking back down the street,
Bat in hand, looking for my next victim.
Haunting words still echo in his mind.
"Time for the other.
You're lucky, this time."
He shakes his head and slowly rises.
He quickly runs for the safety of his home.
Now he knows,
Mess with a loved one,
And there WILL be consequences.
~~**A/N: I honestly do not like this poem. It doesn't have the essence as
my other poems. It feels-like a wanna be bad poem. Eh-I always learn from
my mistakes. I guess this one is just another one.