grave yard shift

The clocks strikes midnight,
all is eerily quiet cept for the keyboard sounds
the room is illuminated by a blue fading light shining beneath the heavy blinds.
the harsh blue light from the monitors casts a heavy pall on the faces.
worn out making them look haggard,old and papery.
twas but a kink
a dragging sound
something heavy crashing to the ground
none heard it
for the headsets were on
the music loud
everyone asleep
pretending otherwise
they all missed it
all the action and drama
the fight in the rec room
hair pulled,
nails broken
furniture turned over.

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