Feeling enclosed by fear she knew he was near;
he wanted justice and he wanted her.
She knew he was wrong.
She knew it.
She knew
She had to face him,
Her escape had ended.
Looking over onto the hill,
She felt the glee of the jealous woman,
The power crazed woman
The bitch woman.
Turning back she felt the coldness of him,
His sneer,
His pale wrinkled face.
His hands clutching the bottle.
She knew it was death
he held.
Like a lamb to the slaughter
She knew she ought to
Would do,
Had to...
His back to the driver,
Silver reflecting into her eyes,
Sharply,
Cutting
Swathes of darkness away
As he dissolved,
Leaving her blinded,
Frightened,
Alone but alive.
©Prettyintelligentprincess
