DEATH Poem: MBTA, by Tabitha Norton

The rumble of the engine
& the winding of the sturdy train scare her,
again.
It’s a familiar fear:
hot flashes, cold sweats,
beating heart;
always in that order.
The only difference is the words that she whispers,
prayers to a God so far removed
that her words don’t manage to break
the fourth wall.

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