December 31, 2017
People in masses whisking in & out, with itching wrists, palms filled in plastic paper.
Passing donations to the keepers, attempting a task of trading.
Battling eyelids in the sober affair, edging towards a state a walled emotions.
order, drink, order, drink, order, drink
SMASH!!!
Silence falls & heads turn to lighten the shadowed culprit.
The sound of the keeper howling out, dragging the shovel that has dealt with many fallen.
Bit by bit scraping remains to the new fully furnished flat.
Look around… fine, “who’s waiting?”
Start again