Locked

Locked Searching for the end in this |l|a|b|y|r|i|n|t|h| they call life. I'm lost between s p a c e and t .e i m This is where every wall looks the same and the great above is bound to collapse in the blink of an eye. Mirrors|srorriM and glass lead an ending so close but yet so far. fills the scene. The

Black light

dissolves into an endless prison behind bars and the key is lost. Blind, I struggle to fight and rid of the mirage. The illusion of hell. The entire perspective flips|spilf to an anonymous dimension. Clueless, I walk away from the finish and head toward the start. But I don't make it out. I've run out of tx .e i xmx Life's too short to learn from the mistakes. Now it's too late and I'm spinning in a Katrina of black doom. And this time, I have to save myself. I'm in this mad world alone where tears evaporate into the fire and leave the salt to preserve the grief. Helpless, I mime the exit and turn the knob. Locked.

—Elaine Wang