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Heavy hardness

Poetry By: Chrysta

My impression of what throwing yourself in front of a train would be like.

Submitted:Dec 17, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

The looming black awaited me--

I stood shaking on the railroad tracks,

I felt everything around me quaking,

while the ground beneath me was breaking.

Blinded by the light my body heaves backward--

Propelled and rolling,

My bones are crushed.

-Pulverised into dust-

As the wheels are turning,

-twisting my skin-

My blood sprays.

The looming black train,

-Heavy, hard, cold-

Cares little for small crushed creatures.

As it roars by,

I fly through the air.

-As scraps of paper cascade-

Fluttering down and settling,

-Into the silent, soft, white.-


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