A Day in the Life
Kathryn Alison Grave
Deadlines, reports
My painful initiation is beginning to fester; See where I am today
I am now in my highest of heels ..and don’t I look lovely..
Just place my thoughts into the darkest, deepest in-box
Why not. Steal what you can from my loyalty
And then sink what is left of me with a stone!
A daily fighting of the dirty shirts
Behind the desks and papers they lurk
Snarling, crunching my bones; they are relentless dogs
I could tear this blouse off in a second
Leaving the smell of this hell behind me
Buttons and threads thrown down (Is there anyone who knows me?)
Take the top drawer, slam it hard
It has cracked my last rib of sanity
I am in a swirl of a cesspool that society has created
Did I tell you that I tore my stocking today dear?
A small hole
But it drew blood....
