Just accepted yesterday in Gloom Cupboard. It's a UK mag, so our man has gone international.
to die
rows of cubicles
idle chatter
stacks of papers
chained to a desk
chained to a computer
commuter traffic
bills
bland food
and sleepless nights.
when i was a child
i couldn’t wait
to grow.
but now as an adult
i wonder what the hurry was.
it must’ve been to die.
obviously
it was to die
this way.
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