she has this ability to derail my train of thought, to collapse the tunnel and rend the tracks from the earth

she is the light at the end, barrelling towards me with no regard to decorum or my fleeting sense of self

just the billowing black smoke of inevitability, signals i cannot read wafting high into the air, confusing and encouraging at one sooty moment

as quickly as i can shovel the coal she consumes it, her inferno of heavenly desire and hellish torment one and the same

it’s another imminent crash, crushing me between her desire and the unmoving concrete barriers of reality

she has derailed my locomotion indicative of future tragedy and loss of property, the value i put upon her sharply undercutting the fair market sharing of her heart to mine

and every track leads to her, no matter how i position the track, the junction boxes all out of whack, my wonky brain and her dulcet tones

the whisper smooth bullet trained upon my frontal lobe, her’s the only station on the map, my vulnerable heart versus her indomitable willingness to deny