I shouldn’t be thankful

That the screams that echo

From the office with closed doors

Isn’t directed at me for once

Copyright 12/19/18 Thouser


He’s going to fire me soon

hands shake

Anxiety envelopes

Tears drop

Eyelashes wet

Nose drips

Tissues crumble

Bowed at desk

Booming voice

Boss screams


Hiding in the screens

Please stop crying

He will see

Why am I so weak?

I just asked a question

Please stop crying



I can’t breathe

I need this job


Copyright 12/18/2018

Should have known better

It was a facade.

Should have known in all actuality.

That no real beauty exist there.

It felt nice though.

To feel wanted for a moment.

I gave him my number.

First time I’ve done that in years.

Felt the confidence.

He never called.

I was proud for a moment.

Until I realized he was flirting for a tip.



Copyright 2018


All that sheer frustration

Tears and clinched fist

Silent bumbling choked sniffles

Office bathroom stifles humbled sighs

Just to simply brush past my request

It’s only money

Humans mean so little in these industries

I want to leave so bad

But I need to keep going