she left the orchid fields on sunday.
september. 10:30pm.
there was this blackout and then this dislocated dimension of dark eyes surrounded the platform.
the strum of the praying mantis was weaving a yellow focus.
strumming and strumming.
off in the distance the brakelines corroded and snapped on the 10:34pm to nova scotia. turned from a local to an express.
the mantis strummed. the platform was rising under the express turbulence.
a golden chalice in her knapsack was hiding under dirty linen.
hiding under dirty lip gloss.
she needs to get on a train away from the orchid fields.
away from the mantis strumming.
she turned hoping for the next train.
and the mantis strummed...
