Bitchcraft

Today I will get off the train. 

You see, I am the conductor of a train I can’t get off. 

That is to say I couldn’t tell you at which point 

I went from conductor to passenger...

But what I can tell you is that my train derailed 3 years ago.

But we keep going!!

If there’s one thing my Momma taught me it’s perseverance, 

and believe me nothing stands a chance against me and my train.

We’ve been blowing through town after town -

obliterating buildings in a fraction of a second, 

of the time it took to build them. 

I sit in the conductor's cabin,

watching as everything around me crumbles down.

The cabin protecting me from the falling bricks, 

and broken glass that fly my way.

“What was I to do?” I’ll tell them,

“I’m a victim too.” 

I’m sure they’ll ask why I didn’t get off sooner,

just as I’m sure they’ll never understand my answer. 

How can I explain to them that this is all I know? 

That I can’t remember a time before the train?

How when I first got on and felt the friction

from the tracks underneath me

I knew there was no place I’d rather be.

How when a friend offered me a 

“One track ticket for a one track mind” 

I somehow knew it was meant to be. 

How could they understand that the window 

on the front of the train is curved in on the sides,

keeping my focus in one direction.

How I didn’t realize, how bad things around me were

getting 

until a piece of shrapnel from the wreckage

blasted through the glass and

I finally stuck my head out to look around.

Faster and faster, 

higher and higher. 

You know what they say,

“What goes up, must come down!”

And this is one come down that I’m afraid might kill me.

The way I figure, 

the higher you go the farther you fall, 

and the faster you go the more damage you leave behind.

I, for one, am too scared of the clean-up crew

to do anything but accelerate.

So on my train I’ll stay. 

“Just for today” they’ll say. 

But today is not for me. 

I’ve decided on tomorrow.