“guest In My Soul’s Journey” Poem by persian khushi

Running from my assailant
Through the house to the kitchen
This was my best option of getting away unharmed
Placing distance and the kitchen table between us
I turned back to see my enemy standing in the doorway
Her hair in disarray, a dark distorted expression on her face
Glistening in the dim light, she held a blade in her hand
Determined craziness in her eyes
If looks could kill I would not be here telling you about this nightmare
What could I possibly have done for this pagan witch to be so jealous?
She threw the knife as I headed for the door
Anticipating the feeling of pain should I not make it out of the door?
I looked back and saw the knife imbedded in his chest
From out of nowhere, he stepped between me and the weapon
He saved me from her poisoned knife
An unknown guest in my soul's journey this night
Upon seeing this, the pagan witch disappeared
In reality she is still the same
A no good busy body