I feel your hands...
Count the fingers...
1..2..3..
Wrapped around my neck,
So tight it's hard to breath.
I look out the door,
With the table over turned &
Glass all over the floor.
You, Screaming at me.
Stars dancing around my head.
It's getting dark, I can't see.
I believe soon I will be dead
Then you let go suddenly.
To the ground I fall.
Hand to my throat, the pain lingers.
Still yelling at me.
Pointing at me with those big hands
and long fingers.
How to escape away I can't see.
But if I can't get out, he will be the death of me.
©jinx
J