Nasrin

#NASR-0E-TRAIN

Night Train

I

Nasrin tightened her jacket round herself under the cold o’ the night, but felt comfortable. For now. But she could smell the heat o’ the inside, from a red, heart engine beating wildly under a cold, still shell. ’Twas this mix o’ cold & heat that made her particularly comfortable. Better enjoy it while she could — how it always was.

She walked a few steps down the station, passing sentry-like streetlamps, & stopped before the open doors, glowing carrot-orange like a Jack-o’-Lantern with welcome. She hesitated. She couldn’t tell why: e’en though nobody was there to put a gun up to her head, she knew what had to happen — the only logical thing that could happen next. E’en though she felt like Tessio saying, “¿Can’t you get me out o’ this just once, for ol’ times sakes?”, she knew if she didn’t go in, the train would ne’er move; & she knew there was nothing outside this station. Everything effectively stopped till she got on that train.

’Twas a night train

blowing smoke, —

the kind you liked,

but the kind that choked —

marching down plots

hid from the moon.

No matter how long it takes,

we’ll get there soon.

II

She grabbed the smooth metal railing inside & felt her hand burn, but didn’t feel any urgency to take her hand off or any alarm. She slowly climbed up the steps, smelling the sweet scent o’ burnt rubber & various oils.

As she walked down the aisle, she saw that all the seats were empty. However, she waited till the very back seat to sit. She stared out the window & saw the waxing-gibbous moon & its army o’ stars watch her like a cop. Not long after, she felt the metal machine under her rumble, & then move forward. The black firs & tiny skyscrapers moved ’long for the next firs & skyscrapers, but the moon followed.

’Twas a night train

blowing smoke, —

the kind you liked,

but the kind that choked —

marching down plots

hid from the moon.

No matter how long it takes,

we’ll get there soon.

III

She breathed heavily as she felt the heat wrap round her, felt her back stick to the iron-hot reptilian seat, felt sweat drench her under her hair, her jacket, & her sweat pants. She unzipped her jacket & set it ’side her on her long seat for 4, but could do nothing else but take deep breaths.

She couldn’t understand why her chest was tolling with red-hot alarm when her mind was as cool as e’er. It wasn’t that she wasn’t sad; it was only that her sadness knew it could do nothing, so it sat back in its corner peacefully. She gazed out @ the moon as long as she could.

’Twas a night train

blowing smoke, —

the kind you liked,

but the kind that choked —

marching down plots

hid from the moon.

No matter how long it takes,

we’ll get there soon.

IV

She didn’t know when the train would get to its destination, but didn’t fret ’bout it. It’d get there when it got there.