I hear the voices that make their way into my verses. None of them rhyme nor do they have any reason unless by coincidence. The beautiful words I leave to God, who talks to me all the time from above. I have no doubt the words come from above. Tonight, I feel like staying indoors. The voice I hear is not a comforting one. I cannot bear the things it says. I feel like if it is snowing in my heart. I want to keep the door shut. There is an army of demons waiting outside. They want to kill the beautiful words. I hope to hear the voices that keep me feeling comfortable in the city. It is snowing in my heart tonight. Perhaps I need to fall asleep and rest. I feel so cold inside. I feel like if it is snowing because I might die. I keep on thinking positive things. I don’t feel like biting a bullet. There is no one I trust more than myself. One day I might find someone that cares. It is snowing so hard. I feel it coming through the door.
She put herself out of the job
because she was not good at conversing
with all the other office girls,
discussing the minutia of each of their love lives
over and over again,
so she did her work and soon found that there was
no more work to do, so that she started doing the work
of the others, which made them uncomfortable;
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