My lungs are caving in, and even as I inhale I know there is no oxygen to be had.

All around is an infinite expanse with neither doors nor windows to break down, nor walls to scale.

None can get in and none get out, for I am trapped, imprisoned in my own mind.

 


Written for Sonya’s 3 Line Tales with photo prompt by Jake Oates via Unsplash

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