inside the ambulance
if you open the door
past the stench
covered in red
the metallic insides metallic floor
fleshy rolls of canvas paper
dripping like old wrapped meats
hung to dry from the ceiling
meticulously curated
if you could supress your screams
you'd see through the doors
further back in the woods
like mirrors face to face
an infinite number of like vehicles
with no conceivable end
no escape
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