Foreboding

silence hanging heavy
mutual exchange of
conspiratorial glances

unusual politeness
on my face
while mails and messages
go unanswered

I know
I’ll wake up tomorrow
with a knife in my back
as a rank newcomer
takes charge of my office

misplaced loyalty
injured pride
oozing wounds
indelible marks
etched by
tyranny of a psychopath

 

Midweek Motifs

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