He Never Shook My Hand - Part 2
I stepped out into the autumn rain,
Took a deep breath,
Pulled my coat around my ears,
And started on my way home.
The street was full of people,
Hurrying about,
Trying to get home,
I made my way through the crowd.
I decided that what happened at the bar,
Was nothing,
A waking dream,
In an instant I felt a hand brush against mine.
Her warm hands around my throat,
Small, yet oh so strong,
My arms trapped within my coat,
I wheeze my final song.
I turn to find the stranger’s face,
But she’d already gone,
Vanished into the ether,
Still looking, I was jolted forward.
BANG!
I stare,
It looks back,
Into my soul,
The iron eye blinks again.
I could still feel the pain,
“Sorry.” Came a voice,
From where I don’t know,
Cautiously I stepped into the gutter.
Water seeped into my shoes,
But here was safe,
My path clear,
Away from the horrors on the pavement.
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