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[bodytext] => The storeowner stood silently As he opened his “store” for business And watched as people stampeded inside The first customer came bearing cancer Hiding her burden behind bloodshot eyes She had ran from obliteration longer than she Had actually existed She reached across the counter and let The blood from her freshly slit wrist Coagulate with his own The second customer arrived with liquor Dancing in his entrails He poured a glass for the man behind the counter And forced him to drink his problems Into continuation The third customer was an older man Whose vindictiveness was a product of hate The storeowner could read the racism On his face The old man had aged in ignorance Leaving him cold and lonely He slapped the storeowner She staggered into the room, the fourth customer, From a deadly sleep Stagnant from the empty bottle in her hand She opened the storeowners mouth and shoved In a handful of little white tablets He swallowed A boy was the fifth customer of the day Running in to escape his crime Unmarked blood staining his shirt and a gun Directed in the storeowners direction He shot frantically Number six wore clothes that accentuated Her sexuality However she didn’t bask in her glory As the male customers fell to their knees They were her customers as well Her body had been there haven But she had no place of comfort She kissed the lips of the storeowner And her tears ran down her face A seventh man lusted after the sixth woman Until he too stood in front of the storeowner Persistently flashing him images of naked Woman When he turned his head Seventh man raped the storeowner The couple walked in together as the eight and ninth Customers Number eight quailed from the hand holding her by Her hair She found it futile to try to defend herself or act as if It didn’t happen She just did what he said and held her crypt that was Once her stomach and a resting place for her unborn child The man beat the storeowner And told the woman to wound his side It was hard to distinguish the gender of the tenth customer It was a dark sinister being Who was consumed by carnality It cursed the storeowner Calling him counterfeit And performing rituals at his feet and persuading The others to leave The storeowner became plagued by the Chaos of the store And the agony of his heart He escaped through the back door And found himself climbing a branchless tree He cried his last cry And died ten deaths Praying the customers would Receive redemption’s receipt [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 19 [informant] => dominique [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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