Ma ta dor

There I was.

A Gun pointed to my head.

And all I had to do Is look in her eyes.

‚Fuck, …“ma. ta. dor.“‚  I realised 

 

Ma ta dor: When it has a killer in their eyes, you’re fucked.

 

Usually, a killer in the eye means having death in them. A willingness to kill. A willingness to end anothers life. The lack or remorse.

 

This was completely different.

She didn’t have death in her eyes. She had life in them. A willingness for a new begining. She had remorse in them. One that makes her capable of killing.

 

It was a whole new philosophy in them.

She was having fun.

And I, I was in true danger.