Him

        By: Lissa Howe

        I'm about to jump off a tall building,
        Tears crawling down my cheek,
        My eyes as red as fire, I leap.
        Someone grabs me by the arm,
        Pulling me back up to solid ground.
        My fists pound on his chest,
        He saved me from death, suicide,
        A life of torture in hell.

        He grabs my fists,
        Puts my head against his chest.
        I look up to see who saved me
        But his face is covered by a black mask.
        I push away, scared,
        He reaches for me, I move back,
        "Don't be scared," he said,
        Grabs me, holds me once more,
        He picks up a blanket
        Wraps it around me,
        Sits me down, then leaps away
        I get to my feet.
        "Wait, please," I yell "Wait!"
        But he keeps on leaping away.

        Will I ever see this man again?
        Will I ever see his face?
        Will he save me next time?

Edited by: Draconic Spirit


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