Guts, Venom, Noise

Her hand was wrapped tight around the mic

as she screamed into it, her whole body jerked

forward. She righted herself and stared straight

into the eyes of the audience as she pointed

her left hand at them. The band was pushing

harder, the volume crept into flesh through

sonic osmosis. She swung around to face

the rhythm section, the drummer was staring

the snare drum down as his hair covered his

face like a veil. Her right foot was stomping

down on the floor waiting for the next chorus

and when it came- HARD. LOUD. Sounds

merged into one venomous voice, and then-

Silence. Applause scattered across the room.