
By
HollyBell, Orpington, Kent, United Kingdom
Through the dirty square window. I see you.
As it’s pulling in. Your face. Ghostly, translucent, blurred.
The same as every mid-day Rush hour
At Kings Cross. But still, I’m un-prepared.
The harsh screech of the stop
Drowns out, the scream of my heart
As you step off. Vertical lines an...