I will turn green

among the bones of trains,

a loop of gravity

sending me back to the start

of love, lulls, silence

and shelter. The storm breaks

elsewhere. This train don’t stop here.

 

Hope for a saviour,

turn away from yourself in the mirror,

break the spell! The trick is

to enter the mirror,

to see the shining coat,

to be the silver.

 

Aimless, sallow,

deferred power

to contemplate life at the end of a train track.

No looking back,

no looking around,

there are voices that are not for you

 

but from you,

girl, you need to wake up!

Isn’t this your stop?