She lay placidly
On the uncomfortable train tracks
Where locations exchanged details,
and forced pleasantries.
Her stomach filled with pig’s blood
And bloated with anguish
The sky harboured a tearful violet
And the shadowy clouds ached corruption.
Underneath it all, her inflexible assurance,
Sparked an indigo fire,
Within her departed soul.
And in the surrounding fog,
of the looming light
She didn’t see anything at all.