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The conductress punched the train ticket, leaving behind the hole of a squared bell shape. I attributed the thrills that go down my spine to her movement, her body leaning close to mine. There was something about the shape of her uniform that appealed to me, and for a brief moment I wondered what she sees when she looks in the morning mirror.

I put the ticket stub in my coat pocket and slid the headphones over my ears, bracing for the imminent aural assault of a bass-ridden club anthem. Instead of the boom and thump for which I was prepared, the voice of some angel continued her task of expounding on the virtues of her love, and the various levels of trueness she lends it. I wasn’t in the mood to continue such trite ideology, and instead opted to find the next track.

At this point a car came to a screeching halt in my head, figuratively and somewhat literally. Gabber has a way to begin with a bang, and this track was no different. With a head of broken china I swayed forward and backward a millimeter. At 280 BPM one does not head bang as much as vibrate.

I closed my eyes, imagining the nervous energy that fast music calls forth from me. I visualized it like a thumping and swirling flower of multi-colored light in my chest, its roots spread out to my extremities, pulling them inward.

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar graphitti giraffe on the side of a building going pass. It was going to be a long trip.

Written as part of a 5 word challenge. The words were: headphone, thrills, flower, china, and mirror.