The Knife

old write.

Dark and empty room,

Awakened by footsteps

A shadowed man

Stands before me.

 

Overwhelming senses

Reeking of sweat and regret

Hiding behind blood shot eyes

In the evilness of his mind.

 

Held tightly in his grip

A shiny dagger sits

Lifting slowly above his head

Abruptly awakened, in frieght.

 

Feathers spill and splash

Falling like black snow,

Comes a hero to save

One scared little girl.

Author's Note

Another memory of my father, who one day tried to kill me. Lucky for me my brother came in the knick of time to save me from what could have been the end of me.