In the might of all to come,

intention is gazing at you through

the keyhole.

BANG!

BANG!

The door rumbles

Drops of sweat start to form.

You try to gather yourself,

you know what you’ve done.

BANG!

BANG!!

The hindges rattle.

The bead starts to travel down your face.

You know there is no where to hide.

Running isn’t an option.

BANG!!

BANG!!!

Oh dear God!…

Too late for that.

BANG!!

BANG!!!

The door flys open with a thunderous crash.

– The end.

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