Gentle Brute

The girl is a bull.

Head down, black eyes seeing red,

charging a matador.

God save you if

you are a clown or

a cowboy or

any other stupid thing standing in her way.

She’s young and tender, but she will gore you if antagonized.

Slide through the center of you and lift your torn-open body above the world before

dropping you into the dirt.

And she’ll let you slide off slow.

Paint her horns with the color you used to taunt her.