Masterª Lock

The dial turns, then stops.
The dial turns, then stops.
The dial turns, then stops.
Then the latch clicks open.

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Alarm Clock

A sharp ring
Pierces the silence.
Then it is quiet...
Until tomorrow.

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Tortilla Chip

Perfectly circular
With small bumps;
A loud, salty crunch.

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East Coast Salsa

A brief hot flash
That turns to water.

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Grill

Glowing charcoal
In a blackened cage.

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Shoe

A rubber sole
That doesn't smell very good...

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Pen

A handless finger
Bleeding black.

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