She sat on her knees, crouching over her stomach
Silent tears already welling in her gray specked eyes
From behind her emerged his hand
Fingers gripped tightly around the glistening knife
Steamed tears ran down her cheeks, sharp pain pierced through her back
She had felt the danger before it had arrived
He pushed in further, not stopping, planting in deeper
Pain sliced through her middle
Blood welled up on the floor
It soiled her blouse
His hand shook wildly, splattered with blood, but yet it dug in deeper, as to make his point last
Her eyes fluttered shut, her pounding chest hit the floor, she coughed up blood, never would she ask for more
The knife pushed in more, it was to win
Her silent screams pleaded
With a sudden jerk, she heaved up her chest
Against her will she looked behind
There was no hand
No welled up blood was to be seen
Not a glistening knife could be found
Her body would give way
Shock was a futile emotion
Her chest hit the floor again
Blood on her lips