Napowrimo 2020 Day 28

Prompt: room/space from your past

a windowless white room
that’s where the madness starts
you lay bound to yourself
lonely and petrified
the voice over the speakers
belongs to the master
she sounds exactly like you
her mocking whispers are words
you’d never say to your friends
the master says you have no friends
and you believe
her words
hold you down underwater
you’re drowning in your screams
but no one hears

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