Claws

in fits of worry his clenched body flails across the platform and he feels the crowds eyes on him as he swallows his tongue

he is chewed up and eaten on the inside engorged in pools of acidic parasitic tremors, memories soaked to their core more pilfered stolen life

no one else can sense his slow hollowing but it is the only following constant trusted cyclic like the sun not always shining but always there

ever present following behind and on good days a little further back but despair claws into the soles of his feet, a soul enveloping attempt

to not only stop him in his tracks but drag him against dirt clawing attempts a million wretched miles back