Burnout

My insides have never screamed so loud

In silence.

The artist inside is dying

But she’s not going down without a fight.

I’m rooting for her

Even as I continue choking her cries

With text box

After text box

After text box

After text box

After text box

Until the pain in my wrist

Lets out its own desperate, silent cries.

How much is this paycheck

Really worth?

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