Sally Don't Know

Gave a go at some horror type poetry. Let me know what you think!

Sally don't know what's in his hand

But soon she will

She'll know it like

The baby that wasn't planned

Sally talks with her friends

Happy days and drinks in the bar

There he stands watching

Happy days soon to end

Sally sits in her car

Reactions slow, judgment skewed

She misses the car

Following from not too far

Sally keys the lock

The babysitter goes home

She watches the cold light of the fridge

As he enters without a knock

Sally eats the left over take out

And hears her mistake cry

But never notices him close the distance

A motive with no doubt

Sally don't know what's in his hand

But soon she will