The email came in with their name.

It was my break,

I was sure!

Surely wrong,

It had more instructions,

Less solid break.

I started filling in blanks

At 9:30 in the morning,

And proceeded,

until Seven at night.

Every movement forward,

Resulted in phantom punch to the ribs.

Phantom or not,

Irritation and pain

Trickled in,

And pooled.

In the end,


There was no more,

I was no more.

Small stress,

Is stress.

Stress, is stress, is stress is stress.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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