11/08/17

The 9-5

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It starts with loss.
memory.
time.
light.
The loss begins to spread.
to dig.
to take shape.
Sometimes,
it resembles sadness.
others, it transforms into your worst fears.
but always, all ways,
it knows how to ruin you.

I spend days planning ways to run from it.
There is no way to explain
how
you can feel your soul dying
in your body.
to feel your limbs stiffen in routine.
and your smile,
oh, your smile,
to watch it wilt
in disappointment.

and then, once you are free,
the light.
the light is so bright
and your mind is alight,
so you try.
but nothing happens.
your words are foggy,
and your brain is too loud from
all. of. their. noise.
so you pause.
then try again.
but now it is too late.
and you have things to do.
laundry.
dinner.
clean the damn room.
besides,
it’s almost tomorrow and
you will need
to do it all over again.

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