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She’s running towards the opened door,
Through a never-ending corridor.
An invisible beast is charging fast.
It’s unknown how long she’ll last.
She’s being outran and looking back,
Screaming in fear, awaiting the attack.
Hopeful to win and make it out,
Knowing this, she’s without a doubt.
A deep growl sounds from behind.
With her tears, her face is lined.
She slips and falls down hard,
Losing time and her guard.
Frightened by the devious stare,
Running again she’s almost there.
Only a couple yards away,
She thinks everything’s okay.
But the door slams and closes,
Her blood paints red, death roses.
July 22, 2002