Stutter

For once, she didn't stutter.

For once, in a life of squeals and mutters
She stood up, her heart a flutter
and she spoke.

A stunned silence.

A stunned silence in a world that had been filled with violence.
She's a person?
     Mental connections quickly reformed their alliance.

Off stage, eyes delayed blinking just a second longer
The audience assumed she really got into character
Because if this was her, then they'd mistreated her

Now, her voice had depth and resonance
Every action done to her now had relevance
The words flowed with power and intent

Art can be improvised. It can be practised.
It's audience can be anything from the world to a reflection.
But when it hits, it hits hard.

The girl knew this.
And,
for once
she didn't stutter.