After Hours.

After Hours.

The isles get swept,
dusted and mopped.
Shinier than a brand new car.

The shelves organized,
so tidy and fine.
Everything in place.

The girl locks up
without a sound..
Oh so carefully

The lights turn off.
The alarm turns on.
The fear subsides.

The bars comes down,
so loud and frightening.
Solid, Silver, and Rusted.

The future in her hands
as dark turns to dusk;
After hours.