Kristen/ Bronson
(Blue) City Birthing A Train
2009
I’m on a train. And the womb is opening.

the wound is opening/ and…

My eyes are closing for the final time. as i twist and rhyme…

The blackened line.

and smoosh…

The. Baby. my/ baby…

Is running away from me. and in the form of/ see…

Is. A tear. In the shape of an embryo.

Not sticking.

and sleep…

now…

i…

I.

Can’t.

Take this train. Anymore.

So pull over.

And.

Let me out. i’ve/ screamed…

Because. I am just a bag of bones. W/out it. and baby sleep…
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