silence
11:23 pmmy footsteps
are the sound of soft marbleslean over the platform
the metal snake approaches
two tiny yellow eyes
glaringtwo shadows
me, the stranger
her, the stranger
stand on opposite endsfour minutes
until the next train
four minutes
so easily missed -at 11:23pm
four minutes
are a midnight world
enclosed in
silent starsfour minutes
until the next trainthe station
seems so big and empty
quiet
peaceful
soft
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )