Hury Michael

The Sound of Thunder cracks On the back of her chest This ex-con yelled louder mightier Than any Lion could roar Yet when all is said and done, done and said, she still is the same Listen...Rumbling from her esophagus The Champ roars Bellowing fierce blazing yellow flames Crisply burning wonted dead challenges and crime-rates *pause* gasp gasp Sweat swimming down The gleaming fearful eyes of her own death Never living for fear of losing her last breath