yuriko_violet

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The Pull of Place

Theres a train he wants to catch
but it wont leave here for awhile.
He waits
sick of the pill-sweetened
sick of the pull of place
he waits and he pushes symbols out in the dirt.

Meet him there, bright one
he sucks the tracks waiting for you
he tastes the metal of a thousand mile rail.
There are minutes, seconds drilling holes in the air
and you must decide
if he is worth the blisters
that will bloom over the dust like fire.

y.v.