One night I dreamt we were running away.
Hiding in the house, away from the thugs.
They were dangerous,
they kept us hostage before we escaped.
They had guns.
We ran into the kitchen when they shot through the doors.
I crouched behind the ovens while you laid on the floor,
curled up eyes shut, arms overhead.
One step, one shot, and you were dead.
He came towards me,
bullet pointing at my skull.
Before he pulled
I said a prayer.
Not wishing to be in Heaven,
not begging to be safe from Hell,
no remorse or regrets, no desperation; in fact
I said I love You, God.
Everything went dark
Before I opened my eyes to life again.