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Just Doing My Job
6:05
says the numbers
emblazoned
across my face.
I open my mouth
w i d e
and let out a
SCREAM.
Then I close my eyes
in preparation
for what comes
next.
An angry palm
comes crashing
d
o
w
n
against my back.
Then a moan
that can be heard
even above my own
wailing.
The hand comes down
again,
and
again.
Killing me.
But I mustn’t be quiet
until she’s awake.
With…each…passing…second…
my…voice…gets…louder!
Suddenly-
I’m being hurled
across the room.
I choke
and the noise
coming from my throat
stops.
When I smash against the wall
I hear a sickening
crack.
My surface
has broken open,
exposing my tangled insides.
Her angry, soft hands
are around me in a minute.
She’s gently putting me back together,
working like a surgeon.
I flinch
when she moves around my colorful wires.
It hurts.
It hurts so bad,
I wish I could cry.
I’m an alarm clock.
I was just doing my job.
You didn’t have to hurt me so.
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