Blind-man's-bluff is the game I'm at; groping in the dark.
I can picture the room; picture the faces; I think I know where I am, but...
But the laughter could be devils' squeals; the floor a grid of narrow beams, with rocks a thousand feet below.
I cannot see the walls jut out, and from them curving knives, sharp enough to peal tomatoes, and points to pierce my skin with ease.
I cannot see the gaping mouth, the monstrous teeth and gleaming eyes of the nightmare beast that waits for me.
Blind-man's-bluff is the game I'm at - just groping in the dark.
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