Running
Running towards a dark passage
My legs were filled with concrete
The Other is right behind me
I hear the sound, heavy clang of metal
The chain he carries, a reminder of pain
This is no Halloween prank
The Other keeps pace with my fear
No place left to run
I lean against the gate
the metal bar pressed to my back
I rub sweat from my eyes
Instinct tells me to jump the gate
I have no plan to defend myself
The sound of the chain, closer
Made heavier by the darkness
The Other steps from the dark passage
wearing my face…
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