A White Dinner Glove
She was a small woman
with the strength of a big man,
her victim was lying on her back in bed,
when the knife attack began,
the killer struck at her from directly above,
the knife held in her left hand
covered by a white dinner glove,
holding her still she tried to choke
her with an electrical cord,
her wayward thrusts damaging the head-board,
it was either from the force of the attack,
or from the victim’s efforts to escape,
a knee on her chest trying to hold her back,
searching the bed sheets for the duct tape,
the killer fell back and hit her head on the door,
the victim rolled off the side of the bed
and onto the wooded floor,
the struggle continued just a little bit more,
the killer failed, and in that she was sure,
she gathered her things and hurried out the room,
the victim was breathing easy,
and she wanted to cry,
her life would have ended too soon,
and she knew that she didn’t want to die.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio
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