11.06.2008

As Things Come to a Head

I'm safe
as the train I'm on derails
and I see the dinner carts fly
and the people are screaming
and being tossed about
and I sit quietly as the noise grow
necks snap
bodies twist
the cars fold in on themselves
they roll
blood
there is blood now

and when it settles
I wonder what's worse


their fate
or mine

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