An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfect terror.
Blackening pain, attempt pure thinking, try, again.
Want out, approaching train lights through fog.
He looks at me, assumes I’m lonely, disrupts.
He wants to talk, is heading my way but I want to head home.
My insides chase my mind, it takes one step off the platform, I’m gone.