The pounding in the walls

Gets closer every night

Nails scratching the wood floors

Right outside the door

Smoke hanging thick in the air

Boiling in my lungs

I lie here

Back pressed into the mattress

Unable to move

To scream

It’s fingers claw at the frame

Rattle the knob

It pounds

Shaking the room

Each fist fall

Cracking the wood

While I lie

Frozen

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