Workplace Hazards

I realize in a palpable way that I am dying inside like a cancer victim who feels themselves growing weaker and thinner, and in the silence can even hear their internal workings being gnawed away with the clicking of tiny teeth breaking into the bones and eroding the foundation that once made their shape. The house rotting from the inside by the burrowing of termites. Little hives of pupae spreading in gelatinous mass where there was once hard wood and structure. A sickness that is felt like bile bitterness cold in the pit of the stomach waiting to be purged. You know you would feel much better if you could just vomit, but the recognition that the body is incapable of this reflux even to save itself and that you will need to put a finger down your throat to force the resolve. Often, the action needed in life is to dig your fingers into yourself and taste the sick as you hover over a piss stained bowl in order to get to the other side of whatever pestilence has befallen you.

But there is still the nagging chime of Outlook and the red numbered badge count of ascending digits tethering you to the responsibility of gathering food and building shelter in a world where you can longer earn it with your hands. There is no hunting or gathering in these barren lands hollowed out and clear cut. A wasteland of dependency and servitude for one's daily bread.

Thank you oh corporation for what we are about to receive. Please forgive us our false sense of free will and our self-deception of self-determination, and forgive those who would have us believe otherwise. Let us not look upon the sun, but upon the blue light glow of our distracted gastropod mollusk mucus trails to death.