After the pay toll
I go down steps
to wait for a train
heading one way.
Glances reveal a
demon eyed glare
searching through
the dark tunnel,
a waft of air pushed
up against me, spins
the time I wait from
seconds to minutes.
I'm going underground.
It's warm, clinging
to soaked skin -
everyone is the same,
drenched in a fatigue
like tired ghouls
smothered in oil,
their bodies caskets
lined up as the day's
catch. We shuffle
into a viking funeral
riding the current
for the journey home.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
After the pay toll
I go down steps
to wait for a train
heading one way.
Glances reveal a
demon eyed glare
searching through
the dark tunnel,
a waft of air pushed
up against me, spins
the time I wait from
seconds to minutes.
I'm going underground.
It's warm, clinging
to soaked skin -
everyone is the same,
drenched in a fatigue
like tired ghouls
smothered in oil,
their bodies caskets
lined up as the day's
catch. We shuffle
into a viking funeral
riding the current
for the journey home.
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