direction(less)

call off the dogs
frothing
snarling beasts
sheathe the blades
hidden
under pink tongues

running through mudpuddles
in mismatched socks
as the bite
of the whip
finds fresh skin
to furrow

this labyrinth
is one straight hall
leading ever forward
into the loss of direction
as the magnetic compass
spins furtively

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