White Rabbit

Blurry water colors
engulf the channel:
The Tunnel of their vision-
Me- answering phones in hesitation.

They are scheming to fire.

Just before the knife to skin-
(thin, soft, transparent)-
My nerves plea for an easy exit
like a cornered white rabbit.

I hop out the office chair,

dodging predators with splayed-out arms.
My mind is a race horse,
rushing towards the finish line.

With trembling hands and inward cries,
breathing fear, scarlet cheeks-
As fast as my fingers on a keyboard,
Clenching my eyes and poised to run,
I say, "I quit!",
before my skin can tear.