Crouch down
Beyond his gaze
Listen to the scuffling
A door slams

He's yelling
Please stop it
She pleads to the air
As he storms above

She crouched down low
Flaxen curls
Splayed against the floor
Cold concrete floor

Her heart raced
Her thoughts turned cold
His footsteps got closer
Then farther away

She didn't dare to breathe
He stomped away
Up the steps
She sighed


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