My toy train just hit a mountain,
I tried to build the tracks around
The river,
But I ran out.

The ceiling fan sprinkles dust
On my little planet,
And I imagine it snowing.

I need a new track.

It settles in now,
The glorious numbness,
Prickling my skin
From the inside.

Ever ever after,
The storybook ending
Hidden inside a gelatin crust.