Gutted hardware lines the near dark stairwell.
I inspect the exit wounds,
Shedding light upon the innards of these
A wayfaring stranger on a night train
is rendered useless.
by a feral witch child called hope.
Distant lights flicker in a broken home.
It rains all night.
I etch the word “Burial”
upon my headboard.
Nearly dark, I dare the distant lights to fade.