Point of S(t)ale

in a darkened building

she is behind a counter

there is a long line of shadows

waiting on her

filling the space with decaying breath

she feels around for a screen

or a till stashed full of money

nothing is switched on

she is helpless

but the shadows refuse to leave

with their yellowing nails

clutching this and that

a lot of time has past

the urgency makes her teeth grind

they only care for themselves

she lies on the floor in desperation

they can not see her there

she knows it is childish

she is tired of being gawked at

despite the feeling that she is in trouble

it is a relief

unusually soft too

a body grabs her

she sits up

sticks her hand out

on to her bedside table

the counter seems to vanish

with the realisation

that her partner is embracing her

from behind

in their double bed

far removed from registers

from customers

her heart beat slows

she is in her favourite place

although

it feels like the shadows linger

always wanting

always waiting

unrelenting servitude

in an unending cycle

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Have a laugh with a co-worker in the back room.

Share a glance with a stranger waiting in line for food.

Stay up all night with your friends.

Reminisce your childhood with your parents.

Whisper something you have never said to your lover.

Give a cheeky wink to an overactive toddler.

Help an elderly person with their shopping.

Give a nod to a driver to say thanks for stopping.

You can never know what everyone is thinking

Does not mean there is any less meaning.

As much as hiding away from the world sounds ideal

The shared moments in my life have felt more real.

2016 Eleanor

Some might say I fell
The word is too quick for what really happened
It was as if a time lapse was taken
Over several months
And years
And I just forgot about the things
That were important to me at fifteen
Unintentional but
I’m trying find that place in my brain
That saw possibility
And power in words
Mostly the power it embedded in me

It’s alright
I’m resigned to what I am
Or at least finding that out every day

Freddie Said It Right

Freddie said it right

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

I’m the type of person

That sees success in smiles

Rather than degrees

I want to delete all my accounts

Set fire to my ego

Take hands with my lover

And see where our feet go

The world isn’t a mystery

You can never truly escape

Planning for the future

With a present to appreciate

Nothing really matters

When you’re a dot in space

Nobody’s looking out

For the troubled human race

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters

At least not to me

Crawl

Fingernails tunneled deep into mud
Scooping burrowing crescents
Earth smell compacted nose to brain
Lactic acid swelled in biceps
Embracing the earth
Like snake or worm
Leaking legs grew cold
Hands hastened by the drag
Of the hourglass losing sand
Disorientated memories flood
Of a lifetime far behind
Silenced by a shadow