Dawn Pisturino

Retribution

She backed up the car
excited
when she heard the thud of metal against his flesh.
She pulled the car forward 
nearly coming in her pants
when the car lurched over his prostrate body. 
Throwing the car in reverse
she flattened him again
giddy at the release of pent-up rage
simmering inside her like a smoldering volcano.
When the police came
she held out her arms to receive the cuffs
glowing for the gathering crowd.
And when photographers eagerly asked her to hold that pose
she beamed like a young bride on her wedding day.

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