Escape rooms with clues, with keys, hidden doors,
Boyfriends with Tinder accounts I’m forced to explore.
I turn to detective, survival my prize,
But each door I open—another disguise.
I’m solving, I’m finding, I’m moving ahead,
But these men keep appearing, like ghosts I once fled.
I never asked in, never chose to survive,
But each one demands more just to feel alive.
“Leave me alone,” I shout, as I push through a door,
But the echoes call back—“you’ll never escape, you *****.”
The next room awaits, floral, honey and sweet,
And at its dark center—another puzzle to beat.
