Running Across It
There you are,
your knife in your hands
you can feel the handle
resting in your palm
and you feel
the edge as you
run your finger across it
hard enough
to scrape the dead skin
off you finger tip.
Your whole body shakes
in anticipation,
waiting for the lights
to go out.....
Click!
Easing your way
through the yard
you pick up scents
from the multitude of flowers
and the musty smell of dew.
Then as you cut the screen
in a window
you hear each wire ting
as they break.
Slithering through
the screen
you feel
another rush as
adrenaline
mixes with
your blood,
barely breathing
I sneak into
the upstairs bedroom,
closing the door behind me.
You feel your head lighten
and your sight becomes
crystal clear
as you feel another rush
move through your body,
sending tingles
all throughout it.
You spot some locks
of her hair laying nappily
on her pillow,
almost hovering
you move closer,
almost without touching
you tangle your fingers
in her hair,
take a deep breath,
and with all your strength
you yank the hair,
snapping the head back,
you stare into her eyes
as they open,
first showing bewilderment,
then they widen,
showing fear
as they focus on me......
Ssinktt!
is all that is heard
as you push the knife
into her neck
from left to right,
you can feel it cut the skin
as it passes through
and you watch as
life leaves her eyes
Aahhh!!
Feel that rush
as every cell
in your body tingles
and you feel
the jagged edge
of your knife
tear the flesh
as you rip it out.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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