Inside a Box Office Booth

The time ticks slowly as this madness swallows me.

I hear only the sound of a cold breeze.

Slithering across the glass,

it stands between me and the abyss

that I have gazed upon since the setting of the sun.

What if it were to shatter?

Would I be sucked out by the chilling wind?

Would the sound of the shatter break the sound barrier,

bringing a plague of deafness to anyone who should hear?

Surely I must be insane to ponder such things,

here in this place where Hollywood profits.

But, wait.

Now approaches one of the statistics.

Alone, like me. What flick might he see?

Thoughts aside and dead to the world,

I open the small window that sucks in the abyss.

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