There's pennies on the train tracks, the crisp autumn air stabs my lungs I'm waiting on my future, I can hear the rumble in the distance. I'm wearing my favorite petticoat, but over time, it's unbuttoned, pulling out strings and ribbons, ripping at the sequence. To compensate for makeup flowers will grow from my eyelids, the moss spoken as a lipstick Highlights from beetles, from fishes. In dirt still respected yet to soon to wilt away, left deteriorated, Long forgotten. I am only made for a rusted love As the nails that shall be used in my coffin. As the pennies will bend to metal I shall bend to another, leaving myself to the elements. The destiny from leaving the pocket. Letting out a last warm breath, I wipe my coat of lint. I hear it now, I hold my next breath in. Vibrations rattle my body, wheels spinning with intensity, It comes a strong gust of wind yet leaves as a whisper. And to my surprise the pennies didn't bend they broke, Left scattered in the snow.