Platform M
You become still.
The pain freezes.
Your head, eyes and toes
play dead to calm the blood.
Only leafy branches
hum in your ears
as if they were soothing
those pulsing veins.
Choo, choo!
Locomotive echoes through the night
and resists to go any further.
The rails cry stridently,
as if they wanted to turn back.
My mind falls apart.
I lie cold stars upon my head,
let myself become still again.
Don't know for how long.
I give in.
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