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…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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