I Must Find a Different Job
yellow tape
not a good sign
I should run screaming the other way
some macabre force moves me toward it
my blood turns to ice
when I see the chalk outline
not of a grown up
but rather of a child
I will listen to my inner voice next time
and run screaming into the other direction
my lieutenant asks me “are you okay, sergeant?"
I must find a different job
My skin is too soft for this one.
I nod, before I wretch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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