Coincidence

I sit there in a pool of blood
No more sound to scream.
I place my head against the wall.
Why can't this be a dream?

It cannot be!
I scream and shout
In my fogging head.

The pool grows still
Around me now.

The pain sinks in
Another stab.

My world goes black.


I wake up drenched in my own sweat.
Tears slide down my face.
But wait, this poem stays afloat.
I haven't yet escaped.

I turn around
He's there again
With his bloody knife.
But it's not me he's killing now
It's a husband and a wife.

I shield my eyes
From the sight
Of the matted skin.

The wife, she screams
And I wake up.
Abruptly as I cringe.

But wait, the poem
It goes on still
What is left to hear?

Only that
The couple's kid,
Spoke that very morning.

Of how she escaped
A killer's grasp
By playing dead for hours.

But not before her very eyes
Were forced to witness murder.
She sobbed into the camera,
Mourning her father and her mother.