There Was A Knock At The Door


Startled minds ramp into flaring comatose consciousness, jump starting sight, adjusting hearing, grabbing the one next to you, shaking her, wake up wake up something’s happening here.

There was a knock at the door, a knock at the door, there was a knock at the door.

Emotions spinning me into torrid thoughts, whirlpooling down a rusted drain into a river of out of control, running toward the back door ready to explode with fists and teeth, repulsing intrusive fears.

Yelling, belching, moving around screaming hitting extending rage with fleshy force.

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