I Walked Over to Retrieve the Carving Knife

When i could stand it no longer, i lashed out. With the whole of my strength, i flung the carving knife across the kitchen where it lodged into the plaster wall. And staring at me through that tiny hole was an unblinking eye. I don't know how long i stood in that space, but when my lungs and legs would allow me,. I walked over to retrieve the knife. As it slipped back out of the plaster, the wall itself slightly crumbled at that spot, leaving a tiny hole the size of a nickel. When the authorities came, when they let themselves in the unlocked door, when they too looked through that hole in the kitch wall to meet the gaze