Sound of the Train

January 8, 2011
That little girl that used to
Curl her fingers
Around little twigs
And those pebbles by the beach,
She started crossing railroad tracks
Years ago, and ran
In front of trains for miles,
And miles until exhaustion
Took over, white rocks again
Are there, under her face now,
Her hands, and the train
Rolls on, she hears,
She lies there to hear,
Just to listen,
Just to lie
Oblivious, craving, feeling,
And that train approaches,
Coming nearer,
And that magnified sound
Engulfs her before
The darkness ever could.

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