She was conducive to dying.
She died on a train.
She drove trains
and they killed her.
That was how it should be.
She chose the train.
She chose.
There were several options
but she kept her council
until the hunger was deep
and the time was right.
She felt no pain
and said no goodbyes.
And I have no memory of her
nor the meaning of any single word of this.
Written by Jason Wright
April 10, 2019