She almost found me
That damn detective

Chasing me from my city
To where I am now

Sitting first class on a second rate train
Watching the desert pass by in a blur

I open my purse
The sweet fragrance of herds calming my nerves

Nightshade, blackberries, mushrooms
I mix my poisons to pass the time

Until suffocating boredom consumes me
I can't hold myself back any longer

I slip a powder into the golden liquid
For the passengers next door

And sit back and listen
To the sweet melody

Of the people next door
Choking on their own blood