I Was Born...

I was born of your wails
Your piercing shrieks
Your cries.

I was born of your
Vulnerability
Calling for help.

I was born of the rain
Pounding that day
Like tears rushing down
Your beautiful face.

I was born of the lies
He fed to you
To get you to follow.

I was born of the squeal
OF the truck’s rubber wheels
Stealing you far, far away.

I was born of the thud
Of my anxiety-ridden heart
Pushing me to get in the car.

I was born of the glint
Of that stone, cold knife
It was ready and willing
To take your life.

I was born of the slugs
He threw out at you
Knocking you to the ground.

I was born of the cackle
He let out
When you pleaded.

I was born of the panic
Written inside your eyes
You struggled to escape
You struggled to survive.

I was born of the realization
That he would kill you
Unless I figured out something to do.

I was born of his ignorance
He never looked around
That’s all that I needed.

I was born of your wails
Your piercing shrieks
Your cries.
And the day I was born
Was also the day that I died.