The War Within

Rage and a moment of clarity
A white gothic painted face
Admist rapid gunfire
Looks up from the cut skin of her arm
No fear as she moved
Protected by unworldly forces
Red drops of blood spilling to the ground
Running to the shadows, being persued
Running over a criss cross of scars
A crash as she fell
Leaving dented metal in her midst
Gritting her teeth
Getting up to run again
Still not safe
She doesn't seem to notice
Bullets speeding by her
Ripping the air
Her fists balled up and tense
Seeing people ahead of her
Cutting her off
Tears flowing from ice blue eyes
She veers off course out of a dark alley
She steps out of the shadows to find justice.