Object of Terror
Flash that knife before my face
and I'll tell you what I see
I see the face of terror
staring back at me.
That knife holds so much power
turn the blade towards the light
suddenly my vision exposes
a vivid memory filled with fright.
The glare stuns me for a moment
I'm trapped by its reflection
it returns a state of horror
of a time I had no protection.
In a flash the blade twists back
once more, this object a mere knife
with a sigh of relief I wipe my brow
pondering, how this mere object
almost cost me my life.
©Debbie Stevens
deb.stevens@optusnet.com.au
