Fire ran horrified
from its ashes.

In the afterglow,
cinematic shadows fled

from flesh and blood.
Scars appeared,

followed years later
by their wounds.

Blinks of red
dinged relentlessly,

but there was
nowhere to stop

for the train
pulling its wreckage.

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"I went in expecting to lend my voice to the poetry, but found that it was a two-way exchange: the poetry lent its voice to me, as well."
Megan Kim
2017 OR POL Champion