Broken Doors, Shattered Windows

Broken doors, shattered windows

Bullet holes riddle the front of your home

Cars speed past, music pounds

No one can hear you scream as they go by

Darting eyes, kitchen knives

You stumble on the carpet floor

Lights out, wires cut

Heavy breathing down your neck

Crumpled photographs, torn bed sheets

You wonder how it got to this

Locked basement, muffled cries

There will be no rescue for you

A shriek, a shot

Your body crumples to the floor

Blood pours, black spots

You thrust the knife in the assaliant’s neck when they check your pulse

Heavy thump, lights vanish

Your life isn’t the only to go out tonight

Copyright © 2016 by Nita Pan

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