He's A Killer Poem by Jas Andrada

Angry black clouds shouted to her from the skies above. Droplets of rain slapped her glinting face as they soaked her clothes. Fear overcame her as she strayed along that dark street. As she turned around the corner, she heard the click-clacking of shoes as they marched on the ground. A blond man started following her as he played with a sharp Swiss army knife. “Kate, ” the man whispered. All of the colour on her face abandoned her as she sprinted into her apartment. Click clack... Click clack... went the man’s shoes. She struggled to find her keys in her messy Louis Vuitton. Too late. The man caught up with her. Terror filled the atmosphere around her. “Kate, it’s me! ” shouted the man. Relief visited her as she hugged her husband tightly. “Did I scare you with my knife? Sorry, I was just cutting my nails, ” he explained. Thunder struck from the heavens as her husband opened the door with an evil laugh.