Her bloody fingernails finally reach air. She digs herself out, emerging into the glorious star-studded night. She gasps. Delicious oxygen fills her desperate lungs. The breeze is divine on her filthy skin. The promised land. She is free.

“Demon!” the human bellows.

A wooden stake pierces her heart.

She weeps.

Angie Andriot is a sociologist, artist, and aspiring weaver of words.