I Was the Giant Factory

I went there every day
I did care about my job, its feeling wrong and endless,
the smooth machines, their heavy curves,
the rows of windows, revolving doors,
what filled the air, a thousand locks,
one looming cage, I’d only watch
Others there said little
and in the space they left
I slid invisibly, measuring, testing, slowing
what they saw in me and one of them
I decided I could hate
or love like I admired
the rusty sun in her, the deadly beams
New Clouds
Emily Hunt

New Clouds

Emily Hunt

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