Written by Alaina Madden

I took the keys and ran.
The hounds barked and chased behind me.
This is my moment.
The rough door was locked. I have the key.
Stale wind whistled. His musk surround us.
There seemed to be something in the air. His lips sweet.
This is my moment.
Maybe this would be how it would occur.
I took his heart and ran.
He breathed down my neck and chased behind me.
This is my moment.
The door was locked. You have no power over me.
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