She’s panic buying

Walking down the aisle that she feels identified in

It’s number seven

Where the colour smears into photographs of heaven

Don’t raise your voice if you’re talking to me

We’re only Temporary

She plays the numbers

Seconds hiss away until a day is just a flicker

Her goddess slumbers

Waiting in her dream until the memory is quicker

Don’t raise your hands it’s easy can’t you see

We’re only temporary