One More Problem Solved

I look up and see the wide grin on your face, 

The crooked teeth, 

The breath that smells of onions and hatred. 

I try to look away, 

Squeeze my eyes shut, 

Feel your rusted knife against my throat 

As I let out a bloodcurdling scream. 

It rips through the air as a 

Warm drop of blood falls. 

I dig my fingernails into your hand, 

Whispering now, 

Pleading, 

PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease. 

I will try harder, I promise, 

Just give me another chance. 

You smell my fear and drink it in, 

And you whisper back, 

"Getting rid of you

Means one more problem solved."