I hate to say it hurts.
but it does.
my heart has high jacked
a freight train
that's barreling its way
through the cavities
of my chest.
my brain is tied and bound
in barbed wire and rope,
laying across the tracks of my veins -
waiting for the train to hit.
every time it tries to flee, the wire cuts
deeper.
and it does.
the train hits.
it hits at such a speed that every
good memory I have disintegrates
in its wake.
it hits when I laugh,
or think too hard,
or when i'm dead asleep.
it's racing down the tracks,
but there's no end in sight.
the brakes begin to scream
and so do I.
I scream until my lungs
deflate and my voice is gone.
no one hears me, though,
they never do.
the whistle blows too loud.
