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The trains are always making me late. Stoplights blink red. Spend eternity here. Feel the ground shake. Make my legs tremble. Feel tremor take my bones railroad-hostage. Watch the wheels roll over steel tracks. Think my body splayed out on top. Wheels make ****** body, bare          all the teeth          crush and snap. Inside becomes chewed up and spit out. Think yet another unconscionable death. Another way to make the body break          open, tear out everything leftover,          push it through the softened skin. Think another coward’s thought.          Call it what it isn’t.                Call it growing pains.                       Call it impulse.                              Call it coping. Think through all this passing train-time.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
I, Railroad Track
The trains are always making me late. Stoplights blink red. Spend eternity here. Feel the ground shake. Make my legs tremble. Feel tremor take my bones railroad-hostage. Watch the wheels roll over steel tracks. Think my body splayed out on top. Wheels make ****** body, bare          all the teeth          crush and snap. Inside becomes chewed up and spit out. Think yet another unconscionable death. Another way to make the body break          open, tear out everything leftover,          push it through the softened skin. Think another coward’s thought.          Call it what it isn’t.                Call it growing pains.                       Call it impulse.                              Call it coping. Think through all this passing train-time.
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smalldeaths
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smalldeaths
21/F/Oklahoma
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
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