My Last Work Day at the Triangle Factory

Mon, 08/03/2015 - 22:02 -- dgatsby

This morning I woke up ready to work

We all sat down at our sewing machines

Our boss locked the door and left with a smirk

He seems respectable but somewhat mean

The long work day was practically done

Then I smelled something strange and it got hot

The room went ablaze as some stood still stunned

Others ran to the door but they were locked

They banged and screamed, I ran for the window

All I saw was still bodies on the ground

This made me tremble, left me in limbo

Some unfortunately hit the gates crown

How bad could it be, I took a deep breath

I let go and jumped to fall to my death

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