Lethal Office 5

March 20, 2014

I am sliced apart!
Cut deep throughout my body, inside out.
The tear, the shred of my organs—blood churns, the poison strokes upstream through my veins.
I am not “good” this experience is not even close to “good.”
I must break through my mold of automatic responses—
No, I wish to break our kingdom’s mold.
This reign craves essence of emotion, personal connection, a want to understand.
Really, I am: lively, intrigued, exhausted, absorbed, giant-like yet nimble, grimy, wondrous, seasoned.
Though behind a desk and silent,
I roar.
I am not good, I will never be good.

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