u s e y o u r h a n d s

She sat, in her office, late that night. She sang to herself, songs that she wanted to belt but didn’t. Even though she was alone there, in the dark. Long ago, the timed lights had gone off. She wanted thai food but didn’t order, needed to go to the bathroom but did not dare get up. Everything was different there since the announcement. There was blood on her hands and recommendations to write, which she did not care to do. A pile became a pyre and she watched twenty-five years burn to the ground.