17 years old
piled into a train seat
blonde mullet.
she likes blink 182.
a nasty little cunt
daydreaming on the 156 train route
about sucking dick.
daydreaming about what trivial shit she lacks
you know
she still cant quite get past 99 followers.
not that that matters
but it hurts just a little bit each time the number drops down
cos not 1 of them reach out anyway.
not without her vomiting something out first.
...
and still no one can quite get it
cos her stream of consciousness
swallows everyone she meets
like a swarm
and hours of fragmentation follow
when hundreds of little pieces of her
float into void
now 6 minutes delayed at carnforth.
it seems everything's come to a halt.
...
she was conceived in a war between 2
bodies
in a fury.
I watch her leave carriage 3
and see the weight she carries on her shoulders
she's 5'11, so you'd think she'd be fine with it
but fractals dislodge from her with each step
and fall through the tracks of platform 2
leaving pieces of her behind.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
