The One time Timer

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Strange shack on end of the road,
never seen that shop before, but
it calls to me,
it whispers into my brain and I am drawn
lead like Tex Avery animal on delicious smells
into dingy and dark foreboding.

“Welcome customer!” I am greeted with
smiles of loss and ware, and instinct
kicks my hand to wave, but I should not
be here, I should leave, I should run
and I stand awaiting the sale.

“Have a special offer today!” he croaks,
wizened, threadbare head
and horned rimmed glasses judging me.
“A one time timer!” he says,
small sputters of laughter punctuate
the silence I am projecting.
“This timer is special!
Only works the once, then it shatters!”

Curiosity will kill me as I slink closer,
gingerly reaching for the timer
that flashes digital 0s.
As fingers encircle, flashes
and jolts sound,
timer ticks and trepidation tracks
my face.

“Oh! OH!” he wheezes, “It’s started!”
He shuffles away. “Yours now!” he states,
“Free of charge!”
Vanishing into the shadows,
my voice cracks from my throat,
“wait” I say, as small as my courage
staring at numbers trickling.
“What does it measure?”

I need not ask, I am not stupid,
I can see the six columns clear,
and my throat dries up, a river bed
of denial, as ‘seconds’ drops consistently.