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May 2016
I remember everything about that night.
They held me down and made me watch helplessly.
I remember the inexpressible look in his eyes.
They appeared to be so innocent yet so full of evil.
I remember the sound of his footsteps as he walked past me, I felt them with each heat beat.
I watched as he pulled the blade from his blazer.
I remember the fear in her eyes.
I watched as he cut her,
as the blade moved across her neck,
As the blood oozed from her neck,
As she dropped to her knees in pain,
I remember everything
I remember the look on her face as she tried to breath but chocked on her own blood. I watched as she helplessly held her neck tight to prevent blood flow...
I was paralyzed at the site of it all.
I remember the sound of her gasping for air, I remember it all.
He then told the two men to put me on my feet, his voice was so calm, sure and cold.
He then walked away from her dying body and headed for me.
I didn't try to resist for I did not have the strength.
I could smell his cologne now.
I watched him stretch his hand out with his blade.
He then put it on my neck, and I could feel its sharp edge,
I could feel the warmth of her blood on it.
And I could relate to the panic she felt moments before he cut her.
His hand then swiftly moved across my neck,
All I remember is coughing, feeling like drowning as I inhaled blood with each breath.
I couldn't feel the pain for my mind was focused on the lifeless body in front, trying to feel the pain she felt moments before she died. I could not feel the pain, all I could feel was anguish, then everything went dark But 'I remember it all'...
Written by
Elvis phiri  Zambia
(Zambia)   
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   che-rrie-ann
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