She Swallows Diamonds and CoalShe Swallows Diamonds and Coal by WoolyJo
They Easily Crumble
The train arrives and I'm picturing the echoes following me up into the city.
I can already taste the glass as it splinters behind the rain.
I can smell whatever there is to see of a night sky in crooked windowpanes.
I can hold the explosions of a downpour in my hands; hear the motions against my feet.
But standing and watching a 1:36 station slide and project itself against a fluorescent underground I roll my tongue against the cheek and jaw and hear this audible-something.
I hear it; everything's coming to a grinding-halt and my reflection's blocking the way, cocking its head to one side my eyes follow attentive the fluttering skirt and hair as it shambles in beguiling dance across the buried platform.
I can't see anything but a listless me, but I can smell the connection every time its feet land disheveled against the floor; the leather and denim, the plastics and cottons, the compounds and elements I hear them all, rippling through the air; wafting and fa