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Bursting through the backdoor

Into daylight

The ankle chain rattling

Down the wood steps

Run

Don’t look back

Run

A chainsaw roars to life in the distance

How long has he been here

Torture filled hours, days, weeks

He sobs through stitched up lips

Burned stumps for fingers

One empty putrid eye socket

The haunting woods seem endless

Surrounded by voices

His tormentors calling

A forgotten pitchfork

Leaning against a withering oak

One lunge forward

Piercing the skull

The sweet release of eternal night