Too Late for a Gradual Increase

The rain poured into the holes of the house
Minute men followed suit
Every angle was accounted for

She could only think of one way out
It occurred to her the vines could be cut
Hacked to their dooms
To make way for escape

A slower escape would have been preferable
But alas
It was not to be

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