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- Stacy Curry
- Nov 11, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 27, 2022
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.
Forsaken.
No exit,
No help.
We freeze.
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