Lion Head Mesa wrath & poison

Safiya was inbetween waking and sleeping. The agony that took hwr body was more than she had ever felt. But beneath the pain, there was a simmering thick rage. She clung to it. Clung like a drowning man. 

Each breath was harsh and agony speared through her eye. She wanted to open it to move it, but it was gaping, empty. Strings of sinew and nerves.

There in the quiet she fought for her life, fought hard. In her head like a mantra. Kill em. Kill em.

Over and over again she promised herself. He had hurt Machi, had torn her eye. For what. Senseless violence. Had he used his words like a big boy, the situation could have been much different. 

Instead in cases of men whose balls were bigger than their dicks. They acted up. And it had been a hard lesson at Safiyas expense. She wouldn't trust so easily ever again.