wolf

wolf

There’s a wolf at the door

It snarls and spits

Its weighty paws pressed up against it

Its claws shredding deep into the wood

The door shaking in its frame

Creaking and cracking in pain

The brittle hinges squirming

The screws falling

One by one

It is close

The deformed wood sways weakly

The last few strikes begin

…It wont be long now.

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