Heavy breathing. Loud pounding.
Silent screaming. Fearful crying.
The face of anger at my door.
I prayed it'd die on the floor.
He approached closer. Eyes had hate.
Nothing protected me from my fate.
Ran to the kitchen for a knife.
Praying it would save my life.
His hands dripped of blood.
It flowed faster than a flood.
I swallowed my fears and talked.
Hoping he'd stop, but he still walked.
"Stay back!" I yell.
"I win." He saw as the knife fell.
"Is it because I cried?"
"No, it's because you lied."
