A Semblance of Normalcy

Power

The loud clack of heels on floors
Overpowers the music playing from the bar.
She glances behind her,
Piercing the darkness with a glare.

The woman takes aim,
Firing without hesitation.
One by one each shadow goes down,
Yet they all fail to make a sound.

Is this overdosing on dominance?
Because I've never had so much power,
Yet lack it altogether.