Out

Fränz Müller

I sit, weary

Silence eerie, air tinged with diesel

Watching the miles of blue flame

Lick the frost from the rails;

As the chill eats through my clothes, my flesh

Chilling the very marrow of my bones

I curse my miserable lot

And pray that winter’s icy blade

Fails to find my shiv’ring heart.

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Online Online)
  • Published: September 8th, 2025 21:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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