Train Derailed by Kitten
Survival was the single-pointed meditation of my childhood
Speeding forward on the tracks of the survival train,
I became harder than steel
Now I want to get off the train
And walk the Earth to feel what’s real
Every time I try to rip the engine off the rails for a moment
I roll over a man’s heart, and his heart is crushed as willingly as a penny on the tracks under the weight of my struggle
His ego protests loudly that
For us to part ways surely must be a mistake,
And to even think it is proof of my female flaws
To that I say, ‘Stay the fuck away’
Because this kitten is finally growing her claws
Sage Burner Poetry 