my eyes open
it's 7 am
i close them
they open again
i close them again
i can't wake up
i don't want to
i have to
goddamn it.
get up
like now.
GET UP.
please
okay my feet are on the ground
what do i do next
oh right
brush my teeth?
sure.
oh god i have to pee now
immediately
and now i have to get dressed
but my clothes are dirty ...
fuck
dirty clothes it is
grab keys, phone, purse
drive
and drive
forget that im driving
how did i get here?
i don't want to go in.
ugh i have to don't i
can i go back home?
no i need money
but do i really?
yes. pay rent.
damn.
clock in
wash lettuce
cut lettuce
cut onions
cut jalapeños
cut cilantro
shred cheese
fuck
it's almost 10
i'm behind
but i've been working
i haven't looked up
ugh move faster
mash mash and mash
break time!
nevermind. too busy.
white or brown rice sir?
black or pinto beans perhaps?
for here or togo ma'am?
work work work
and work
and work
and work
go faster
do better
smile
stop complaining
work
smile!
you look like you want to die
wash dishes
hands please!
white or brown rice?
did you count re-prep?
mild salsa
can i have a fork?
answer the phone
we close at 10
work
smile
faster
you're not good enough
can you cover cash?
smile.
i have to use the restroom
nope too busy
where's the manager?
work
I CANT BREATHE I WANT TO GO HOME.
one hour left
just smile
almost over
peel the onions
sticker time!
my shift is over
work
i'm not done i can't leave
fuck fuck fuck
trash
take the trash out
wipe the tables
okay i'm done
finally
i can go home
it's over
it was all a dream
i can go to sleep now
i'm so tired
please just turn the lights off.
my eyes open.
fuck.
it's 7 am.
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Soundtrack to My Nightmares
PoetryA poetry collection filled by my deepest darkest secrets, thoughts, and feelings.