Emma the beast

She picked up a shoe
Swung at him
With the accuracy of an athlete
She swung the other

She lifted the candle stick
He remembered she couldn't carry
When they moved in last week
How could she lift it now?

She ran towards him
And suddenly hit him with as many blows her tiny body could give
He wondered almost aloud
How strong she really was

Was she a beast?
Or had she been grieved?
Both...