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  • Writer's pictureStacy Curry


Darkness awaits,

We clamber in.

Hungry for that

New beginning.

Tightly packed,

Skin rubs against

Stranger skin.

Stomachs growl

Teeth begin to show

Much like ribs.

A door slams

We wait, afraid.

No movement,

No sound.


No exit,

No help.

We freeze.


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