Safe inside yet enclosed in some air lock between safe and some squeaking sound.
the sound draws near.
quiet at first
lingering just out of sight in some alcove between worry and unrest.
With haste the second portal is an unlocked groaning throat waiting to swallow.
sends us to safety.
that same sound
someone pressed against the bars of the gate silhouetted by the pale morning light.
Startled falling into the warm maw of the portal slapping at the light switch
an orange beam illuminates the face for an instant as the door closes.
what was that thing. All teeth and smiling
that creaking sound of it's teeth grinding.
Safe it seems for the time being blacked out until the afternoon
the nightmare forgotten it's surely stupidity.
the fear is still there, every sound keeps you trapped
laughter now, all day long. they laugh.
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