A Stranger Will Know My Name

By Stranger

She wakes to the sound of a train, approaching
A stranger will know my name, she thinks
And slowly begins
 
The sound of the train now in the walls of her room, her skin
A stranger knows my name, she imagines
Losing herself, recklessly, loudly
 
The sound of the train fading into silence, leaving her body
A stranger knew my name, she remembers
Returning to sleep, once again, more deeply
 
Much more deeply

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Copyright 2018 Stranger
Published on Saturday, January 2, 2021.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • TropicalSnowstorm On Wednesday, August 26, 2020, TropicalSnowstorm (1580)By person wrote:

    Excellent piece! I love little slices of life captured and hinting at more. Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • tonebone On Wednesday, May 13, 2020, tonebone (48)By person wrote:

    Sleep the sleep of the guilty...or the avenged...

  • Jonas Robinson On Tuesday, February 26, 2019, Jonas Robinson (848)By person wrote:

    Nice. I enjoyed this because of its word flow and expression. :)

  • Sin On Friday, November 30, 2018, Sin (1135)By person wrote:

    Perhaps I'm way off, but this felt like a late night fever dream, a little self love, and then euphoric exhaustion. Even if I'm wrong, I enjoyed this.

  • Stranger On Saturday, December 1, 2018, Stranger (263)By person wrote:

    That's pretty much it. :)

  • Jonas Robinson On Saturday, July 14, 2018, Jonas Robinson (848)By person wrote:

    Original and haunting. Great work.

  • Alchemist On Sunday, June 10, 2018, Alchemist (679)By person wrote:

    Seeing as I'm a locomotive engineer I enjoyed this work.

  • Adagios On Sunday, June 10, 2018, Adagios (716)By person wrote:

    Fascinating write

  • Poeticexorcism On Sunday, June 10, 2018, Poeticexorcism (84)By person wrote:

    I like this. Makes you wonder if she is dreaming the whole time, or there really was a train in the distance and she absorbed it into her dream. Nice!

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