\'Locked\'
I hear the turn of a key followed by a
\'click\'
I\'m stuck.
Locked.
Trapped.
The air feels thick as i take a deep inhale
I try to swallow the lump in my throat.
But it stays.
Like those eyes.
Everywhere.
No matter which corner i turn ot track i trace
They stay
They stalk
They see.
They see everything,
Those eyes
Those eyes torment me and those eyes, dont exist.
Or so i say
Or so i tell myself before bed
DeNial is a river in Egypt and those eyes are real.
Real while i sit.
Rocking
Rocking back and forth
Trying to breathe
Those eyes are real as i sit inside this escape room.
Escape room.
i try
i try
i try
I twist
I turn
I try.
The key wont fit.
The lock doesn\'t match
The windows are sealed
I\'m trapped.
I\'m trapped inside this cycle, this routine, this escape room.
With nowhere to run, i sigh
I stamp on the urge to scream.
\'That\'s a detention. Pay attention!\'
great.
Another half an hour in this
Escape room.
\"6 more hours in this hell hole\"
i manage through tears as she asks whats wrong
\"6 more minutes in this hell hole\"
i manage after a blink
Why does time go so fast
But feel so slow
while im trapped
in this
Escape room