• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 08


I told him:
don't stay long on the glass bed.
It was his lunch break,
a melted cheese toastie
and a cup of Gold blend.
But he fell asleep
as the girl on the desk daydreamed.
He was adamant:
can I take my lunch in with me?
Sure thing.
the spilt coffee
and cheese dripping on the red carpet;
third degree burns
and his eyes
welded closed to his skin.
They had to cut him free,
but he survived;
and the girl on the desk
in the sun bed place,
doesn't work there