Saturday, April 11, 2009

The Store Was Brightly Lit

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

The moon glowed high and stray cars passed. The adjacent windows were blacker than death. It was a beacon to the easily offended.

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

Its merchandise was on display. Yet its lively business appearance was offset by the uncompromisingly red 'CLOSED' sign in the window.

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

It welcomed onlookers and discouraged thieves. Mother Earth groans while their electronic money flows.

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

The mannequins stood behind the glass, and their gaze was hostile. They mimicked life; they are plastic lies.

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

The electrical industry worked hard to satisfy their demand. The coal was dug and is ever burning in order to power their profit.

The store was brightly lit in the center of the night.

The empowering rocks called to my mind. Then my hand extended, and my fingers twitched with fire. To break the store's face was my only desire.

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