she tells me
it gives her chills
to feel the trains rush past
on their way to places she'll never go
they carry wind
she says
from places she's never been
and she breathes a little deeper
when the rails start to sing
toes to the ledge
she stiffens her wrists
palms to the fury
catching blurs of blacks and whites and blacks and whites
and yellow
she shivers
a shake that loosens her bones
and she sits next to me
settling slow like the flow of her dress
in the fading stream of a north bound torrent
she tells me
there's nothing to be afraid of
and I believe her
though she spoke not a word
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
she tells me
it gives her chills
to feel the trains rush past
on their way to places she'll never go
they carry wind
she says
from places she's never been
and she breathes a little deeper
when the rails start to sing
toes to the ledge
she stiffens her wrists
palms to the fury
catching blurs of blacks and whites and blacks and whites
and yellow
she shivers
a shake that loosens her bones
and she sits next to me
settling slow like the flow of her dress
in the fading stream of a north bound torrent
she tells me
there's nothing to be afraid of
and I believe her
though she spoke not a word
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