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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