Half There

Reflection askew on a dirty pane Eyes lost amongst the tracks outside The familiar chugging of the train Such a normal scene, but pain resides Circling like vultures round the corpse Plucking thoughts like the decay of flesh All that is real and good in life warps In a hideous maze, in an endless mesh … More Half There

Rain

She races downwards Trailing her kiss on the pane In wet, steady streams