watching the murder

he had no mask
only black eyes,
a cleanly shaven face,
with jet black hair

looking through the crack in the closet
the man toying with her
cutting slowly across her throat with a blade
not enough to kill
but enough to make her scream

pulling out a hammer
saying "this is how you'll meet your maker"
raising it in his right hand
ready to strike

yet in his left hand
held he a butchers knife
dropping the hammer
stabbing into her neck

it was not a quick stab
he made the blade enter in slowly
allowing her to feel every ounce of pain

Run!
that was all I could do
run to the cops
run as far and as fast as I could

running to the police station
no words came out
but the man managed to find me

as the cops pulled him away
all he did was stare and smile
knowing that I could
never forget
nor fathom his cruelty

knowing those few minutes
analysing every second for his actions
the calm of my evenings
now changed to the calm before a storm
replacing thunder with screams
and rain drops with tears

watching the murder