in the midst of this constantly evolving, sometimes dormant- like a barely perceptible growl just slightly out of sync from my edgy periphery, yet right along the line of paranoia that raises the hairs from my skin, leaving me exposed, open, and vulnerable to the increasingly louder sound of this fear seducing, tear inducing, sight distorting- labyrinth with its sadistic whore hostess. 


but this labyrinth isn’t circumscribed to a specific square footage -or other space-measuring unit- nor is it outside of me_ there is no fuckin’ escape_ it grows, shifts effortlessly, swallows every small and big thing in my world.

the whore that lives there is none other than well…..ME.