She awoke with a start,
They were all there, still
Stilled. They would, eventually
Remain here and rot.
Mouth agape and contorted hands.
Wounds ope on the innards,
Discreetly yet unashamedly.
"Know no fear."
She breathed in and out,
And resolutely gripped
The broken handle of her jagged knife.
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