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The Door Slams

The echo awakens the dead

My shaking body moves for a closer look

The grain on the solid door is unique

Indentations appear deep in the fiber

Broken fingernails and wood slivers together on the floor

There is no handle

I hear a voice, but nothing is said to me

I am alone

Locked in a room with exit signs everywhere

Only one door

With no way out

Please open it from the outside


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