...a world without legs

Its a crazy little labyrinth. The three points of the triangle are turning into red squares. Pills have been popped, the knives have been taken out of the drawers and the sun sets slow onto our wide-scattered brains. The blood has filled the fields. The walky-talkies are constantly on call. One point connects to another. The third one lies motionless. Oh, the offspring, like a world without legs.