One, two, three, four,
I think I heard someone
knock on the door.
Heart racing,
I stay put.
The terror within me is instilled,
I’m frozen in place.
One, two, three, four,
once again, I hear an awful
knock on the door.
I want to scream,
but my lips are sealed.
Too many things to hide,
too little time to escape.
One, two, three, four,
I hear one more
knock on the door.
I hear the handle turn,
and someone steps inside.
There’s a bright light;
it’s a woman, and
she has a flashlight.
One, two, three, four,
the voices in my head are yelling
at the sounds from
the knock on the door.
There’s a loud noise,
a crash, and then,
silence.
Broken glass, and a stream of light.
She has dropped the flashlight.
One, two, three, four,
now she’s lying on the floor.
I crawl over, the fear no longer present.
There is blood,
I gasp.
One, two, three, four,
I only wanted to be left
alone.
Grimacing, I close the door,
and walk back to the couch.
One, two, three, four,
no more knocking
on my door.
