Gettaway

I remember footsteps. Fast, confused.
I remember being frightened. Paralyzed.
An angel driving a taxi.
Saying nothing, but understands.
I remember driving away from a nightmare.

An entryway of silent fear. Intense breath.
I remember those hands. Taking. Steals.
Lost in the dark. Out of body.
I remember feeling afraid. Paralyzed.
I remember my footsteps. Running fast.

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