The Long Train Ride Home

The long train ride home from 重庆, spent in every way alone. From my hard sleeper in solitary confinement I glaze-eyed gazed at the countryside’s greens browns and rubble blend and bleed into a pukish haze. Arriving at every new desolate town the train lurched to halt and start just disruptively enough to remind me that I am in fact, going. Every dull shlickety-shlack brings me one rail closer to destination nowhere. Has it been twenty-four hours? Will it be twenty-four more? I have long since derailed. It’s been at least thirty odd hours since my last meal. Snakebite-belly has been sufficiently filling me with venom until it’s levels reach the hole in my aorta where it is then circulated freely from limbs to toes, numb.