The Rails
This sickness haunts me
It eats at
my brain as I
attempt to compartmentalize
the virus before it
spreads
further
down
my
nervous
system.
There’s a pitter followed by the patter- all from the pit in my stomach.
As the haunting seeps into my bones and tightens the wires of my being.
Surrounded by compressed wooden sidings, miles from the closest soul surrounded by nothing more than souls…
The train howling outside the window slowly fades dragging my mind far into the
empty forests that this run down city is surrounded by.
Not even nature has the cure to these tightening strings.
Piece by piece the train scrapes at my skull
like an ice cream scoop digging into the bottom of the cookies and cream cardboard container-
Just trying to make one single scoop of sweetness that is so temporary it changes forms in an instant.
This sickness haunts me
not even writing can cure me
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