OFF THE LISTS

You hear only your ragged breath and the hum of blood in your temples. The walls are closing in, turning this hall into your personal cage. The world is breaking, turning into white noise while you sit there, not daring to move. You are trapped in a uniform that isn't yours, bound by someone else's will, and all you have left is the wait for footsteps behind the door. The darkness behind the blindfold no longer just hides the light—it is consuming you whole.