Knick knacks and odd things

11:52

11:52pm a time I can never pass with shaking with fear and dread. 11:52pm a time that owns me, 11:52pm a time that means life or death. 11:52pm I stare at the clock the time that changed my life. It ticks by slowly every second dreadful, it makes my blood curdle, my skin harden, my toes curl. 11:52pm means dogs barking my mother and sister screaming bloody murder out door being kicked in the world spinning just for it to stop and freeze. And the only thing I see is a gun to my face the barrel dark I dont see anything just black and all I hear is my failure to prevent this.