Daily Thread

I sit daydreaming, rocked in my seat whilst the wheels clatter and the brakes scream.

As I’m swallowed by the din, your whisper creeps along the threads of your voice, pulling my attention back to our loose ends.

I can cut them and pick at them but I’ll always find another in my hem, working its way loose, protruding from a hidden place.

A gentle tug and there you are again, the quiet anchor that one day I’ll pull to the surface, but will it be the end?

The jolt reminds me that it’s time to run, thoughts scattered as I head for the surface, leaving you beneath the streets until tomorrow.


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