Brutality of A Mind Maze

Genevieve Sive '23

I am from the zoom screens, they light up like silent screams. Blinded and surrounded by the stench of panic, I cry for help.

Echos run through a cavernous hall, my mom races to me, witnessing my horror. she wraps me in fleece-like warmth. I sink into her arms for one moment, catching my breath, believing I’m ok.

My mind conjures imaginary tales, pulling me from reality. I scream until my throat stings, until someone hears me. Poisoned air circulates my veins–as if bees had injected venom into my lungs. Trapped in a glass box, the spectators – mom, dad, and Charlie –watch me in terror.

I am from the deepest ocean, isolated. Crisp, rich turquoise wraps me in a chilling cold, until I’m numb.