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All Aboard the Trauma Train

Please move to the back of the carriage

Here she comes.
Here he comes?
Here they come?

Pulling into the station, a hearty beast
a flurry of chaotic confusion and
twisted metal running too smoothly,
never late.

Never late.

Come on in, there’s always room.
Take a seat, if you find one,
take a lap, if there is one to share.
Take a leap, please.
Leave.

Please leave.

Who the hell is even driving this thing?

Pulling out,
all clear ahead. Of course.
At
least, that’s what the report said.

© KP_the_writer 2021

Image adapted from Photo by Ethan Sees from Pexels

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Responses

  1. It is like a train, isn’t it? Sometimes, it comes to the station like clockwork at 4am. Sometimes, the workers go on strike for a bit and you are waiting and waiting and it doesn’t hit until you least expect. It always takes you somewhere, but you have to pay close attention, or it will take you to a place where you never wanted to go. 🤦‍♂️