Another Day
Pristine, French tip nails
A simple yet dignified business dress, iron pressed
Flaming red hair turned up in a bun
Six inch heels click on tile
I make my way to the office
Clutch these documents to my chest
A beep, and the door dings open
The files are stacked high on my desk
I sign my signature, one after the other
The pile never stops growing
My hand and wrist are aching
I sweep a loose curl out of my face
My arms feel weak
My hand trembles
The signature becomes sloppy
I pull out an icepack from the freezer
I sigh
Exasperated, it’s just another day in the office
I’m tired
I ache
I want to go home