She muttered words nobody would ever hear
Her cubicle scarred her for life
Putting staples in the stapler was the final straw
The monotony of it was stifling
She left
Nobody ever noticed
Now she lives deep in the woods
among giant trees that speak to birds
She's got not much use for words
She hacks down the dead ones
so new life can grow
She's the world's best woodcutter
Far superior to any other
But nobody will ever know