What's the point
If you hate, die, and kill for love.

broadview opens
to a sharp view
a glimpse
of the world
outside
but almost as
quickly as it
comes
it goes
the light engulfed by a
murky station.
grey
walls grey
ceilings.
his mouth gapes
hands folded
i can see his
laboured breath.
mine
i notice
is 3 paces slower.
i feel
remorse
for the old stranger
who is waiting...