no no no

all i hear is screams 

the knife 

the bat 

the gun 

lay on the table 

all i think of is the screaming 

the knife thrust to the stomach

ripping, tearing 

the swung to the torso

breaking, crushing

the gun shot

blood blood is on your hands 

he slowly leans to the side 

breathing his last  breaths

my nightmares haunt 

make them stop 

it wasn’t me