open letter to office ladies

i can taste your self loathing.
the smell of it is rusting holes in the reality around you,

I want you to start crying, you've been holding back for so long i know you're afraid you won't stop.
i just want to hold you until all that water is free of it's dam and you're an empty vessel ready to be filled again.


i'd go for helium,
it'll give you some time off the ground.