This ain’t no metaphor
Last week I met a three
Powers out, should have dashed
Door ajar you forgot the latch
Descending sixteen storeys through a high rise flat
Dark as the tomb save sawing light from a match
Breeze blows it out, bird covers mouth to stifle shout
In the silence her scream is violent, rings out like a rifle shot
Sure as it takes work to mend a thatch roof
Now they’re coming and gonna catch you
Darkness surrounds em fast
Like a baby attacked by rats.
Alchemisland 
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