No sky above these turning walls. No end beyond the bend. Every path was drawn before me. Every turn denies an end. Concrete breath. Narrowing corridors. Shoulders trained to meet the stone. Head down hard against the structure. Still no passage of my own. Built for impact. Bred for collision. Every wall opens into another hall. I break through stone. It turns me back in. No exit forms behind the damage. Behind the damage. I have split the dark in sections. I have pressed against the joins. Every crack I force wide open feeds the shape that cages me. Stone gives way and makes more stonework. Dust falls down and hides the same. I move fast enough for violence. Never far enough to change. Built for impact. Bred for collision. Every wall opens into another hall. I break through stone. It turns me back in. No exit forms behind the damage. I run. I run again. Same wall. No door. I charge. I break. I split the stone. Another hall. I tear. I ram. I crack the frame. Another turn. I still remain inside. Built for impact. Bred for collision. Every wall opens into another hall. I break through stone. It turns me back in. No exit forms behind the damage. No exit forms. Only more wall. Only more hall.
