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Jan 2019
How short is the distance between life and death…

Train horn- three seconds
Alive
Bump- half a second
Dead

A human body like a fragile branch, barely an obstacle against the power of speeding steel

Nauseating feeling of being an accomplice
Aboard the killing machine, whether intended or accidental

A life gone
A body bag on the tracks of the station

Passengers smoking nervously on the platform, holding back their stares

A train driver lifted into an ambulance, gasping for oxygen
Will his sanity be preserved?

Who did the body belong to?


It’s a grey Sunday morning
J Miller
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