Stop Before It Is Too Late

Stop Before It Is Too Late

She held the door,

hands trembling hard,

feeling time slip

through every breath.

The warnings rose,

loud in her chest,

telling her run,

telling her hide.

His voice grew sharp,

cutting the room,

turning her hope

into something thin.

She backed away,

slow as fear,

watching his eyes

change shape again.

The floor felt cold,

like the world froze,

holding the truth

of all she knew.

She whispered please,

not out of trust,

only to keep

his rage at bay.

He stepped too close,

and she saw the end,

a line she feared

for far too long.

She opened the door,

and claimed her life,

leaving behind

what nearly killed her.