From monday till saturday,
I see silhouettes
(of strangers)
skimming through the shop;
as if they are dancing
with sounds and vibes
of cellphones.
It was the social side
that lurked upon
my gregarious thoughts;
the act of assisting
a personal audience,
as I address myself
to one spectator
at the time.
Yet, I didn't reckon
with whimsical whining
and loathsome language.
Stress starts seducing
my spirit,
when torrential minds
spit out their frustration.
For a moment,
furious flames flicker wildly
(in my eyes)
as they shove their blunder
upon my back.
But calmness is consecrated,
and soon,
I restore this soothing smile.
as hours and minutes
bend closer to home.

LISA








I'm still not convinced about this one actually




I agree with J, there aren't many things you don't write of well.


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