the train derails in my dreams.
half awake, I train myself to breathe again
and slow my racing heart.
My temples crushing in on me
I surrender to a state of self deprication.
Gemini masquerade in a hall of mirrors
with annoyance as a reflection.
My tongue grows cactus needles
and betrays my every word for awkward silence.
Confessions in secret,
I keep myself occupied with
a curtling conquest of suppressed manifesto.
Stringing my emotions along like beads
I recount the inflection of each in
their dizzy disarry of color, size, and shape.
This mental cacophony sends my focus off its tracks.
Author notes
Written in the early awakenings while just outside of Philly at the start of summer.
I used many puns on the word Train, and train like things.
His ignorance no longer surprises me.
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