Keys

As she walked up the stairs, keys in hand
shaking
because she knew what lies beyond the door.

Turning the keys.
a bead of sweat rolls down her face
into her bra.

Nervous, she opens the door knowing
that she will be naked,
pinned on the floor,
blooded by them.

Night after night,
She wonders if this is hell.
But the devil is not someone who you love.

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