they said be a mob janitor

they laughed at me
those metal heads
with their moving mouths
their pointy little eyes
watched me
as i cleaned the floor
the blood had only been there
a few hours
so it was easy this time

they said i didn’t have to leave
they said i could work alone
but they didn’t tell me
i’d be watched

image titled “Fallen Leaves” from Flickr

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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