Chilled to her bones, she tried to finish her typing, listening to the percussive clatter of the keys
Only the chattering wasn’t just the keyboard, but her teeth beat a duet with her fingers
Leaving her to wonder if the furnace was ever going to kick in
Didn’t remember she had placed a hold on it so no heat came for a long time
Clowns paraded and danced in front of her.
It would have been funny if she didn’t know the truth.
Reality was they were the keys to her success.
Committed to helping her cross the threshold into stardom.
Until that very moment, she had believed that this would all work, but now?
So when they pointed at the cannon, she shook her head and backed away.
Focusing on what memories she had left
Organizing them in some sort of mental filing cabinet
Realizing later that she had lost the keys to those drawers
Giving her so much less to attach her to this existence
Everything that was her softly faded out, lost to everyone
The fact that she was still alive was little consolation
Putting her hands somewhere was always a chore
Obviously, she could just leave them at her sides. That would be normal
Carry a purse to bring small change and a set of keys. You know the usual
Keep some spare currency tucked away with the girls Happens all the time.
Everything is done to preserve that everyday hourglass silhouette.
Too bad she was more of a digital watch girl.
So that’s why she wore jeans today since they have…
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Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door
Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway
Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work
There she punched the time clock and began her shift
In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes
Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different
Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it
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Looking for his keys, Bob knew he was going to be late
Of course he knew he put them in a safe place
Sort of like what had happened at his job
That’s why he really didn’t have any place to go, but he still wanted those damn keys
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Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves
He was always fondling the damn things
Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now
Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them
It would be such cathartic jubilee
Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence
He knew where the janitor kept her keys. Tonight he would celebrate!
Cody hit the wall, then he hit the Monster Energy Drink
Rallying his remaining reserves, Cody began to code some more
As he pounded the keys, Cody realized he was even thinking in code
Still, he could feel the friction of lethargy begin to slow his neurons
He doubled down, blinking away at the ever growing wave of exhaustion
Everything became a blur, but Cody pushed even harder
Didn’t realize a keyboard could leave such an imprint on his drool drenched cheek
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