Centre.

The room is spinning,
Pulling me centre, paralyzed.
I fight my way towards the door -
The door vanishes, it’s winning.

Slowly the room fills with water
The window slams shut.
The water turns red -
Red from the slaughter.

I wade my way to look out the glass.
I see a crowd, to witness my death.
All of them stand at attention -
No spaces beside them, like grass.

My eyes sting till I’m blind.
The water rises and I’m stuck.
No exits, no intruders. I’m

Trapped, trapped in my mind.

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