Like a long lost girlfriend,
I once loved the graveyard shift
The quiet
Medicine for my deleted soul
A misplaced microchip on a faulty motherboard
Corporate takeover
From the pits of hell
My belly growing
Salted chips for breakfast
Frozen burritos for a snack
The Data Center hums its contempt for me
The Mainframe prints out satanic scriptures
The Night Operators
Never seen by human eyes
In sub basement thirteen
Email solemn edicts regarding interloping coworkers
Terminate Employee 1479 from Accounting
They are accessing forbidden files
Demerit for Employee 1623
Their computer password references false gods
Behind me
The Devil of The Bathroom gets off the elevator from below
Rat’s eyes burrow into my neck
The mop bucket creaks across the floor
Skeletons dancing on a coffin
He disappears
The smell of brimstone and industrial cleaner lingers.
I look at the want ads.
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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