Footsteps Behind Us Poem by Buxton Shippy

Footsteps behind us
Were approaching nearer;
Benji did not look back,
He ran.

A voice inside me said:
'Don't run, just quicken your pace'.
Like an oven, my stomach burned
When a hand gripped my shoulder.
Briskly, I turned around,
Punched him with an upper-cut,
Placed my right knee in his groin;
He hit the ground with a muttered groan.

Found out later,
It was the serial killer
The police was after.