The bus rolls on.
The lights flicker.
The road hums like an old god sleeping.
No one notices the boy who disappeared
without ever leaving his seat.

No fight.
No scream.
Just the sound of tires on asphalt,
and something missing where I used to be.

The monster sits beside me.
Or within me.
Or perhaps
it is me.

And I am no more.

This bus is a coffin on wheels.
I rattle inside, half-dead,
praying for a crash,
or silence.