the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Peeling Back The Railroad Tracks

Before a notion of the motion sickness,
I once felt her heartbeat between the rivets.
She wore her whispers in gently tied ribbons
That would caress her neck and coerce a smile
Pressed against my ear. I could only hear the rumble
As luggage tumbled down and each word
Dissolved and crumbled off her blood red lips.
The stakes shook loose as their numbers diminished
The station bells rang with a station unfinished
The rails trailed off, the thought incomplete,
But I hung onto those words as I clung to my seat.

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