Gas Station

This scene takes place
tucked away in a mountain bed,
at a lowly two a.m. broken down gas station
whose prices expired with the rusting door hinges.
This scene takes place
under an oranged streetlamp
that casts a shadow blanketing the forgotten station.
The building frays around its edges,
like a library book that’s been soaked and elapsed
in the anguished time it’s been set aside in a shelf.
The merciless mountain mouth swallows this modest little shanty
viciously gulping down every last memory it once held.