Wince

His insult made her wince - yet she stood firm and steady

His eyes challenged a comeback, but he'd never be ready

No sound from her lips, not a flinch… or a sneeze

Which made him spew harder to really give her a squeeze

Mentally she dropped the gun and released her grasp

From the evil, pompous, black hearted ass

Distance gained with disgust on her face

Her strength increasing by each word of abase

She’ll weather and outlive all invectives you hurl

Your words just fuck in the air and empower the girl