An emotional decision

is like tunnel vision.

Darkness inhabits

its prison.

The rails

start thrumming.

A slice of light touches the prism.

A train is coming—

sending its impending

colors of cataclysm

into the dim

where

there teems

a tremendous

assembly of victims

extending their

trembling screams—

praying it isn’t

all that it seems.

I’m someone,

sometimes,

here.

Alone among

millions

overcome

with fear.