Prisoner

Cobwebs cover

skeletons. Poisonous

fumes inhaled sprinting 

past previously etched walls.

Blood remains on the catacombs

from chipped fingernails. Desperate 

to mark any, the infinite series of twisted 

turns praying to escape the Maze. Devoured by

rats as a means to survive. Fur and feces somehow

seem more appealing than death. Praying out

instead of accepting fate. Lost to never be

found until willingly and gracefully 

joining the dust. Obliterated–

any feelings of regret or 

inabilities to accept–

An exit soon to 

be entered.

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