Turnaround

There was never anyone in here to begin with
What are you staring at but your own shadow?
It won’t start talking to you now
You will still be alone in the morning.

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Fuck you
This line has been disconnected,
please hang up.

Printed

It was the same old dark
Boarding a bus to nowhere
Starlit eyes stared outside
Mute with unanswered questions
The night refused counsel
While we traveled wasted miles
A despair nurtured in my gut
That could not rise to a whimper
All pretence left behind
I sank into my seat
Layers of old sweat
Imprinted with stories
Of those before me
Soon I would leave
For places unknown
Yet I would remain
In the bus
Another brief story
Imprinted in sweat.