one time i had a dream that bubbles's sister, cinnabar, fell off the trestle and got killed.
it was a friday night, around 10:30, in october. it was cold and windy. some of the kids had started a bonfire to keep warm, but she wandered down the tracks to the trestle with a few friends. they could see the landscape around them in the moonlight.
she fell
like a doom painted leaf
in autumn --
scarlet tumbling
through pinpoints of
blue and amber light
across the dark, cloudless, sky.
even the men in the mouse tower felt sorry for her passing.
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