A Call to 911

March 9, 2015

I put up a good fight
But still he held me tight
The result of acting before you think
It was over in a blink
But he never noticed my phone
So when he finally left me alone
I ran ever so quietly and hid
Sent a mass text cry for help over the grid
For I dare not speak to make the call
For the fear that all will fall
Once the message has been sent
I hid the phone in a vent
Then sat there quietly cursing myself
For being so weak like a broken shelf
When the coast was temporarily clear
I dashed for the phone against my fear
Never have I been so happy to see
That help was coming and we'd be free
I hid the phone again when I heard footfalls
But I also heard a cat that was trying to call
Only to discover it was no cat after all
My little sister communicating through the wall
For our foe locked her out
And most likely bound her without doubt
I hear the foe turn in her direction
I banged on the locked door to gain his attention
The best I could do to gain her protection
When the sirens rang out I saw his reflection
Has this nightmare come to an end?
So I can run to a friend
I need hugs
No more thugs
Safety for us and to relax
A movie with snacks
My friends will help me forget
This tragedy of a threat