Thanatophobia | Digital Collage + Poem, 2018
The train stopped, and I started to lose my patience.
There was an announcement but I didn’t listen
I chose to ignore the announcement that gave me a feeling of death
If I was to die, I didn’t want to know.
Finally, the doors shut and the train started
“Next stop, hell” - that’s what I thought to myself
I got up to leave the train as fast as I could
Although I wasn’t sure what would be behind the doors.
The doors opened, yet the space was unfamiliar
I went on as if it wasn’t.
I allowed myself to be hypnotized by the sound of this instrument that was playing
- it was so smooth
Hell?
"I think this is it"
So, what’s the next stop?
Salvation?
Or eternal death?