The train derailed and sank into the humidity of the rain-soaked town.  I found a passage into the station of metro. I woke up with a feeling of suffocation. Every time I fell asleep, I was dying.

Jelly filled chocolates floods the shunting yard. The place where the waterway comes together with the tube railway beneath the downtown. I am dying from an obsession with sweetness. 

What time does the next train leave for Mars? Whispers in a passage leading to the planetarium. Travelling through the past on a timetable of up and down lines. Until my dying day.

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hiromi suzuki is a poet, fiction writer, artist living in Tokyo. Her writing has appeared in 3:AM Magazine, RIC journal, Berfrois, Minor Literature[s] and various literary journals on-line.