her in.
what finally killed
her.
he looks at me and sighs,
paper cuts.
mostly
although there were some small
puncture wounds
that maybe have been caused
but the sharp
ends of paper clips or staples,
we haven't finished
the investigation
on that yet.
she did like to work a lot,
i tell him.
twenty four seven with that girl.
was it a painful
death?
not really. she died at her desk,
bled out.
sort of fell asleep
from the lack of blood.
hands on the keyboard,
in the middle of a spread sheet.
but she was a good worker, i
tell him.
loved to stay late. holidays.
always in the office
after everyone else went home.
didn't have much
of a life
outside of that.
in fact, she was employee
of the month
this month,
she told me next week they
were going to give
her a plague and a fifty dollar
bonus.
that's a shame, she'll be hard
to replace.
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