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Under the guise of control I escape.
Crooked intersecting paths extending endlessly.
My destiny trapped within these walls of my demise.
Each dizzying twist and turn identical.
Blind whispers guide me.
This living trap, sealed tightly around my fate thread
Infecting the fabric of my life.
Warm corridors with flesh like texture throb with my touch.
I claw at its flaccid facade until it ruptures.
The deluge of blood smells of freedom.
I exit my prison.
Only to find…
My torn body on the floor.