slow motion Anna Rosbach Out of the darkness, he suddenly appeared. When I saw his face, my heart filled with fear. He took hold of my soul, one finger at a time. Then he silently committed, the greatest of all crimes. Life flowed from my body, while helplessly I cried. I couldn’t take control, no matter how I tried. Angles hovered o’er my head, while I lay lifeless on the bed. He came as a thief, as he had in the past. I wasn’t his first, and I won’t be his last. |