Ever since I was small I would always Shut my eyes when the train approached, As if it bore some kind of curse That my gaze would unseal instantly, Like a wrapped Christmas gift or a letter from a friend. Well, it seems I was right all along. Now bright yellow bile greets me on the platform, The endless juice of my nightmares, Of my fear coming true. I will never go anywhere by train again Only to see his last faltering steps Replaying like a record in my head Eternally. I wish I could forget. I wish my brain would do me that favour, but my body Is now numb, completely frozen, my voice disappears As the air leaves my lungs in an instant and I am crushed, Vacuum-sealed, similarly to his ribcage which exhales For the last time under the wheels, Split by a metal axis. Had there been screams of pain they were drowned By the squeal of the brakes and my head Is now pounding, pounding… Had anyone asked me for help I would have done Nothing but stand there paralyzed. Had the man spoken to me directly I would have probably Shied away, afraid to get my stuff stolen or be late to work. Anyhow, the result would have been the same in the end. There was nothing to do; I know that. But ghosts don’t care about this sort of thing. The train leaves, blood-stained and indifferent.