Railway To Hell

February 8, 2020

Everyone else has gotten off,

how long am I to stay?

The train unstationed, tender gone,

its engine writhed in pain

Did I miss my stop on the journey down?

“an express” the porter screamed

All light afire, ticket burnt

—satanic nightmare dreamed

(Drexel University: February, 2020)

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