They didn’t knock, there was no warning,
They broke the door and came in running.
Weapons pointing in all directions,
One could figure out their intentions.
That weekend I was left home alone,
And earlier I had switched off my phone.
I tried to hide but there was no place,
Plus, they were coming at a fast pace
So I stood still as they approached me,
But they charged past like they didn’t see.
“There’s no one else at home”, I whimpered
Yet they didn’t heed the words I uttered.
I crept behind them, deeply disturbed
As they barged into my room and stopped.
They were all staring straight at my bed,
At a mound where I had put my head.
I glimpsed a face, the eyes opened wide,
A bloodied hand hanging down the side,
Around the wrist, it’s hands still turning,
The wristwatch I’d put on that morning.