(Blue) City Birthing A Train
Im 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.
The. Baby. my/ baby
Is running away from me. and in the form of/ see
Is. A tear. In the shape of an embryo.
Take this train. Anymore.
So pull over.
Let me out. ive/ screamed
Because. I am just a bag of bones. W/out it. and baby sleep