July 10, 2008
he came up out of nowhere.
practically out of thin air.

the stinging pain of his knife
paralyzed my body as i
sunk to the damp floor.

the blood pooled around
me, on the bitter tile floor.

it takes all my strength
to slowly roll over on my
back, to stare at my
killer’s face.

his eyes, freeze me in
place, stopping all thoughts.

hastily he turns unexpectedly
and jostles the wooden table.
knocking the candle over.

the flame flickers for a moment
before it goes out, taking my
last breath with it.

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