The grapefruit sunrise kisses the horizon
as the curvature of my spine
casts a shadow across the tracks.

I feel the cold iron ties in my arches and palms,
toes flexed for balance
and fingernails collecting dirt.

When the train rattles,
vibrating the metal
and sending pulses through my bones,
I am grounded.

Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2016-02-22 at 02:43

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Mm-mmmmm. Delicious to read.

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