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This is something I whipped up for one of my classes. |
Running through the endless red hall trying to hide, The hallway seems to repeat and replay with every long stride. An echo from my presuer's feet shows I'm not alone, A laugh catches up with me in a high tone. The tile floor gains marks with every hoof I put down, The black fabric blows behind me from my latest gown. I run and run as fast as I can to find an escape route, I try to keep my hope alive but still I have my doubt. Momentarily flipping my head over my shoulder to see, My attacker smirking crudely and eyes full of glee. With mustered force I gear up only to find, A door on the wall quickly seen and now behind. My labored breaths start to burn inside my neck, In this time I find it hard not to wreck. Finding myself struggling to inhale, I need a way out before I get to frail. Another door, opposite, comes into my vision, With the thresholds sight I come to a hurried decision. My heart pounds as I slam into the cold door, Only to find it locked I start to prepare for. I look to find the dark man racing right towards me, And I know that there is no possible way to flee. To feel the sharp silver soar across my delicate skin, A disembodied feeling makes my mind spin. I lurch forward gasping for my breath, Wondering yet to find where is the death. As I take off to collect and redeem, I find my experience to be a dream. |