By Herbie Hippo
I hear you walking down the hall
and like an earth quake
my body shakes
afraid to feel the pain
or your cold hand
afraid to hear
the razor sharp words
that pour out of your evil mouth
afraid that an any minute
I could be lying on the floor
with no feeling
just bleeding
I hear you open my door
a shearing pain
runs through my body
the door comes flying open
almost as if
trying to escape its hinges
all I hear is a muffled screaming
like a pillow over your head
in a thunder storm
he is like a tornado
coming right in my direction
and there I sit
in total shock
saying nothing
doing nothing
just sitting
afraid.
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