In the Fist of the Maze

I come out sweaty and dazed.
I haven't seen daylight for days.
I've been crawling blind through flesh folds
in the fist of the maze.

Dilated

I can't breathe

Time to leave.

I can feel my heart beat down the seam of my sleeve. 

The more I think, I'm thinking I'm sinking, I'm sunk.

Am I drinking or drunk? I can't tell anymore.

I walk out the door, into a warm night

and streets flowing full of red lights.

Like blood spitting quixotically through dilated arteries.