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No Way Out

A doorknob twists

a burst of air fills
the room – ice cold
An odd feeling
someone is watching
a person who knew
more about me –
more than I knew
about myself.

Cold air ate away
at the heat
frosted a window
slowly taking control of
me – and each breath
I struggled – trying
to fill my lungs

I knew there was
no way out
no where to run.


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