Remedies for a Curved Spine
He touches me without my permission one more fucking time and he's losing his hand; he knows it, I see it in his eyes as I spit don't touch me and the room falls into tense, unsure silence. He tries to laugh it off, but his fingers don't cross that span between us. His friends aren't laughing. I know that it won't stop him forever.
The other day, on the ride home, my name draws my attention. I lift my head and fix the kid with a gaze that makes the beleaguering grin fall from his face.
I discovered what true power was.
There's a certain satisfaction in realizing that people are afraid of you, of your gaze, of the words that spill from your tongue in anger and defiance. There is power in sitting up and staring them in the eye when your name tumbles from their mouths in a clumsy, obnoxious sounding manner and watching as they rethink their course of action.
There's a strength in telling yourself yes, yes, go for the throat; it's the best tasting part.