The Hollow (47)

This entry is part 47 of 48 in the series The Hollow


railroad crossing

all the train horns
I hear in my sleep


in the unloved woods
between train tracks and river
needles and condoms


a shirt abandoned
by the fire ring

homeless campsite



mosquitoes turning blood
into whine

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