🛠️ I Clocked Out With Fire in My Spine and Softness on the Wind

20 Jun, 2025

Fuck him. But I didn’t say it out loud.

I threw freight like the clock wasn’t real. Skipped breaks, got lunch late, still crushed the shift. Took the trash out, clocked out— not to applause, not to thanks— but to my own silence.

Because the only one I answer to is the one who gets the job done regardless.

And him? The gaslighter? He’s not the villain. He’s just noise I’ve tuned out. A voice I’ll nod to, but never walk beside again. That friendship? Dead. No funeral needed.

Then life does what it does.

Gives me a Taco Cabana binge. Lets the grease soak in while the anger cools. And on the way out, a girl—cute, kind—pulls me aside. Maybe I reminded her of someone. Maybe I was the glitch in her day.

No lines crossed. I’ve got my angel. But if my chaos helped her find peace with whoever’s missing in her story?

Then that’s worth it. Even the worst days… sometimes pay forward.

This ain’t forgiveness. This ain’t softness. This is the balance of surviving the shift and still having enough soul left to leave a trace of warmth in someone else’s day.

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