The Guilt Train

Nine o'clock                         the guilt trainis boarding we sit in the hurtful but still side by they serve us with tiny a         and we get off justwhere we

lover's section side a dish of regret and self hatred glass bottles of tears speeding train with exits wide open  and from the intercom a voice blares       "what haveyou done?"             "its all over now!"                    and this feeling I can no longer bear                         bloodshot swollen eyes mark the end of our ride got on.