train station trembling
with wayfarers assembling

I see figures resembling people

a face
smeared in glass
peering past its reflection
to the clamor confining
convulsing within

fingers
just rattling rails
buried and bearing the weight
of how many pairs of eyes
staring in your direction
fingers
on fire like the wheels
within you spiraling off
incessantly tugging you
to some deserted platform
fingers
quivering like your breath
as you reach for something solid

something
anything

you got it


breathe


come back now



here

I'm here.

11/29/2017