Force
With malice in heart, an intent to kill
The door was kicked open, she stood there still
He whispered some words to inspire more fear
As she screamed for help, to anyone near.
“No one can help you, you’ve nowhere to go.
I’ll get you my lovely, like you’ll never know.”
Now, fearing the worst, she started to shake
Not knowing how much more she could take.
She prayed to herself that this wasn’t real
He grabbed her hair taught. She started to squeal.
He raised up the knife, with the tip at her head.
“I’ll see you in Hell, you’re better off dead.”
She wouldn’t give in. No, she’s not ready to die.
Reflexes kicked in, with a punch to his eye.
She managed to get free and ran to the door
She had to get out, not wanting for more.
When there on the terrace, she turned to look back,
The man had jumped at her for a final attack.
She jumped to the left as he seemed to take flight
Over the rail he had gone, to his last living night.
Looking down on the ground, she didn’t know why
That the vacuum salesman attacked her and wished her to die.
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