Terrified

a narrow dark hallway,

dim lights lead the way-
she moves with trepidation,
her heart longs salvation-
weary eyes dart side to side:
searching for the lone room,
to quiver and unload in gloom
she finds twenty-seven,
her temporary haven:
fits the key to the door,
escape from the corridor-
to rush in, and lock behind
breathin’, trying to unwind
exhausted and spent-
she collapses on the bed:
only to sit upright
to wait out the night
who would have thought?
terror lurked in her heart-
penniless, her story
fearless, her history!

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In response to the 3WW prompt.

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