Whine

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The only way I could think to describe the voice of a person I work with:
“Her voice is the slow whine that comes from the ungreased axle that hell rotates on.”
I have to hear it every day.
(no, it is not my boss)

Short Tina

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fell away
flew away
dove away felt betrayed
short tina
has a plane of reality
has to frame her banality
ate her
for dinner he
did
it was autumn and the times were changing the weather cooling
he saw her and felt he couldnt
infect the man
the paramecium chanted
tina was short
tina was sick
he ate her to keep the pack strong
he will be short too
short
to fall away