The faces on the train were tired,
but fatigued from a night out,
filled with fun and frolic,
eating, dancing and loud banter
with friends.
They headed home for the night,
maybe a little too late,
to still make it to work the next
day,
a little hung over but alive.
One or two people in every car
sat there with sunken eyes,
tired from lack of sleep and not
from fun,
worried how they would last eight
hours at work,
after two hours of sleep all day.
Insides cried and reached out for
fellow sufferers
but remained unanswered from
the destroyed spirits that lay
within.
As the train shuddered and neared
his stop he looked across at
a young girl, pretty, in a black
dress, talking on a cell phone.
He listened and he could hear
her berating her mother,
she would stay out as late as
she wanted,
with whomever she wanted.
Mom was pissed,
she had to get up early for
school and she was out too
late.
"Take a pill, Mom," she spat into
her phone,
"I'll get to school on time,"
she hung up in disgust.
The train stopped and he quickly
got out,
seeing he was late.
But out of the corner of his eye
he saw her looking in her compact
and adjusting her eyes,
one day, he thought,
she will be on the graveyard
shift.
MCC
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