Nobody notices me as I walk by in the hallways.
Its like I'm not really there-
An invisible whisper of frigid air,
Brushing

What's there left to do anymore
I'm laying, empty and broken, across the floor
Scratches and bite marks,
Sharp wire enriching

I sit and watch the world pass
Wrapped up against the elements
A door way for a home
Against  the world alone

The heaving

The exit interview

Big desk, small chair, I sat there.

Looking at pictures of his kids.

"Tell me about your experience