Train Wreck
Dust and ashes surround
The ruins of my mind.
A slow moving train wreck,
While I’m tied to the tracks
This reverberating madness
Moves right through me.
In retrospect, the pain was worth it.
One-drip, two-drip
I’m down the drain,
Swirling, swirling,
Deep in this reverie.
Don’t knock me down,
Don’t lie and lift me up.
Feed me my cuts,
And shove me down the line.
I’m so fed up,
Guess I’m not alone.
I’ve got this rhythm in my head
That dictates the lies,
Won’t you pick another beat
So I can fly again?
Slow motion train wreck…
And I’m still tied to the tracks.
-Kaitlin Platti.
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