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Paperclip poltergeist

Sat in this damned cubicle for too long. They never gave me a gold watch; the

closest I got was a chain made of paperclips. Made it long, made it impressive, my own

tower of Babel. That might be why I am not allowed to rest, I worked day in day outnever took a sick day never had a family sacrificed it all to the company. And when I die

on the clock the simply rush me out and I am buried in a potters field a cheap marker 

made of soft stone and no finish it will be worn away to nothing in a year and they buriedme without a gold watch and chain. I wanted to be cremated my ashes kept in the office

my urn a timepiece so that I am still useful to the company but they refused. I gave my all

to them and what do they give in return they take my money to make a shallow grave. I

don’t rest I don’t sleep I don’t leave my home my castle even if I am not the king, even if I was the lowliest servant, even if the animal had more power than me. I have honor and I

don’t give up my castle. The new occupant of my desk removed many traces of me he

kept my tower of Babel. He thinks it is “cool” this jobs is just a stop for him not a life not

a destination he treats her like some road side tramp to be used and left but he won’tcontribute, he won’t treat her well. This is rape he is raping my love he is tearing her 

fleshing ripping into her and he doesn’t care for his wonton behavior he must pay but the bosses won’t fire him but I can hurt him worse infinitely worse than he hurts my love. I

can, I will, I must make him pay, pay for this crime with blood sweat and fear.

My tower never fell on me but will be the first thing to fall on him he came

clocked in as if for the first time again, late like a first kiss, throwing gasoline on my hate,he sits down logs in to my computer a profanity is his password and his user name a

 blasphemy then loads up the internet, he is tasting her flesh now, he goes to some social

networking site my love yells, shouts, screams in protest no one hears. Not one projecthas he even looked at for a day or two he steals from her sweetness and in return gives

nothing, but pain. I rip him from his friends he tries to fight back there is nothing he cando. I pull up paint surprised I hadn’t deleted ion all my years to keep from temptation butI never had the time, in crimson, nearly as brightly dark as his sin, I write “RAPIST”

again and again and again in cruel unforgiving script down the screen across until it

leaves no doubt in the mind of what he is. I have become the avenging angel. He beginsto rise, he scoffs, he thinks this to be a game, a prank done by a friend or a colleague. The

fool! I let the one remnant of me chain him bind him, confound him, he is shocked as he

goes to scream, my wings, spreadsheets, reports, memos of meetings he never went to,

 blind and gag him I let them wrap around me give me my shape again the same guise Iwore when I loved my queen then pull my wings away his fear seems to melt he tries to

laugh. He doesn’t even know justice when it descends upon him I allow him to speak.

“Oh a paper old man if what you are is a man,” he coughs “your nothing but a hunchedlost soul pitiful in life petty in death.” this he crows. Like the mocking raven of 

Poe’s dark dream though it brings no lies of my lost love but lies aimed at my devotions.

For this there can be no forgiveness I loose my self papers, pens, paper weights,keyboard, mouse, all assail him and my paperclips I use as a whip the demonic lash I tear 

from him every inch his screams become melodic quickly my old workers scream as they

see this they never saw my form so they do not know who protects their queen from

horrors and indignation. But they shriek in terror as I bring justice to this wolf in their 

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flock. They call for the police as the papers and all the tools of justice drop they call for 

the guards they call for the bosses no one can figure who or why the dastard died some

guessed he was a child rapist, some a serial rapist, some just one who had escaped thelaw none even considered his crime none showed the respect towards her hurt majesty

more than this interloper must be punished for disloyalty, for treason and I know my path

now why I am not allowed to rest I know why I was never given a gold watch with achain because I was given a chain made of paperclips and a watch made of the bones of 

rapists thieves and traitors. The bosses don’t replace the interloper the harbinger of truth

the one who opened my eyes to the evil that surrounded me all those years out of fear of another vicious unexplained attack. I wait for the anniversary of my retirement and

rehirement to continue my crusade to protect the honor of my love, no matter who needs

to be punished, no matter how brutal, no matter how long, justice will be served.