Large Fierce Mammal

We first met Stella last year on Day 30. Her saga continues.

Stella On Her Own

By LFM

It was a day in August when
Young Stella got the word –
“Report thee to thy dream job lass,
The sooner is preferred.”

The night before she moved away
From home at twenty-one,
Stella kissed her parents both,
Then went to clean her gun.

Stella’s parents worried,
In the way that parents will,
Even though they knew she was
Possessed of lethal skill.

Her first time living on her own,
Stella took a flat
On the third floor of a brownstone,
And she got herself a cat.

Each night before her sabre drills
Her parents she would phone.
On Sundays at her pistol club
Her shooting skills she’d hone.

A woman of attentiveness
Who wasn’t built for prey,
Stella walked with confidence
Through every single day.

Yet something preyed on Stella’s mind,
And made it hard to sleep.
She’d rudely be awakened when
Her heart would take a leap.

It didn’t take her very long
To realize the cause.
Blessed sleep’s not found behind
A portal barred with flaws.

The locks upon her door were tough
But Stella needed more.
No woman can sleep soundly
When she’s stronger than her door.

So Stella bought a door and lock,
The strongest kind they had.
The kind that could withstand the zeal
Of any strapping lad.

Now, understand it’s not to save
Herself from harm and sin.
She seeks to save unwanted “guests”
From she who dwells within.