The most disturbing thing I’ve heard
was a man saying,
when describing a woman hit by a train;
“she popped, it was hectic.”
I churned like the harbour
from the pain
in my ankle,
knowing she didn’t want me,
and from the shock
of living in a world
such as this,
where that man exists.
“There was nothing left of her.”
These words in my head
from someone I now wished was dead.
I turned around
and saw the brightest of smiles
from a baby,
in the bed of his father’s arm.
If time didn’t then stand still,
it never will.