still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

September 5, 2014

her face lingered the longest out of that darkness. i knew instantly that she was one of us.
now i think, how could i have felt that way? i didn't know the concept yet. i would have
had to be dead at that point. it was then that i felt the bullet piercing my chest. i felt
the clean air touching the flesh inside for the first time.