Between two spindly fingers a woman holds a filament
attached to weighted scales.
(She feels an unbalance in the bottom of her belly.)
Out of spite and vengefulness, this woman could tip
in a certain direction.
Or she may hold still, defy her mean-spirited character,
and shift the scales
out of exhaustion,
a pause in her nature to fight
or a realization.
(Her guts are upside-down, inside-out.
She is at the mercy of a vindictive woman.)