Murderous

All that could be seen was the bottom of the door.

The sound of bodies being dragged across the floor echoed throughout the house.

Moans flooded the halls.

All that could be seen was the bottom of the door.

The light flickered as they paced in front of it.

Back and forth

and back and forth.

The handle jiggles, the perpetrator trying to enter.

She crawled as far as she could from the door,

while keeping the bed as her cover.

The door handle went from a jiggle

to vehement force.

All that could be heard was the sound of distant sirens

growing louder and louder.

The chorus arising amidst the once deafening silence.

All that could be heard was the sound of screaming and gunshots.

One man against tens of cops.

And a little girl hiding underneath the bed,

holding her bloody weapon with a deadly smile.

She's safe.