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Bones
I wish I worked in an office.
Maybe I’m a pile of bones.
No one knows where the bones came from.
He told me to give him the note at the cave entrance.
There might be nothing.
Or maybe I’ll get trapped forever.
Like a spider in that cave.
But spiders don’t care about friends and family.
Maybe I should.
He said there would be hidden treasure.
I wonder if the job applications I filled will be there.
I’m a pile of bones.
Within a pile of shredded paper.
Bones have cracks.
Most people don’t.
He said I could start my office job in a week.
Even though my shirt and blazer are a bit crumpled.
It’s like I’ve been sitting out in the sun all day.
I’ve never known I could get burnt this way.
I’m a pile of bones.
I just entered an office building for the first time.
I told them I wasn’t a pile of bones.
They believe me for now.
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Angelica Tao
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