The Suffocating Cubicle

Nothing is so still as the cubicle. Nothing is so loud as the constant hum of the terminal...the continuous exhale of the monitor. Nothing is so suffocating as the office talk....cliche after cliche after cliche after cliche after cliche, until cliche is cliche.

Where I live

My dead lover

I have left my dead lover to rot...so that he would not kill me. I miss us...at times...I miss his presence in my solitude, but he was a costume that later became a habit. My new costume is wind and wings...