the office ticks—
no windows, no escape.
his fingers twitch—
buttoning, unbuttoning—
a futile ritual,
like drowning in dry air.
she moves free,
a locket swinging—
he watches shadows,
grasping nothing.
coffee burns his throat,
machines judge in hums,
he is trapped
in endless small deaths,
a man unraveling
one button at a time.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
the office ticks—
no windows, no escape.
his fingers twitch—
buttoning, unbuttoning—
a futile ritual,
like drowning in dry air.
she moves free,
a locket swinging—
he watches shadows,
grasping nothing.
coffee burns his throat,
machines judge in hums,
he is trapped
in endless small deaths,
a man unraveling
one button at a time.
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