Her mouth flickered, sharp as razors
across the glass window
clouds rolled in in victory.
Snowy rooftops filtered past and
chimneys coughed a stormy blast.
Simple folk dwell within
golden shadows hide their sin.
The panic in the city lights
sweep her eyes at the fringe of night.
Red ribbons run through her pupils,
it’s alright – the moisture on her cheek
doesn’t mean she’s weak.
She feels dizzy in the moving cabin.
The conductor and she are alone,
staring out at the city’s bones.