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She walks the rails Infinite steel beams dwindle to absence long down the horizon between soot-painted trees, into open skies, and the desire to go wherever it ends... or doesn’t (mercifully). She walks the rails Begging to God, or Madonna, or the unrecognizable critter severed on the tracks, that the scabs of her bad decisions stay in the past... as she rips them off in a gallop to get away. She runs the rails In terror, that whatever has haunted her will catch up. For anything ahead no matter how unidentifiable is better than the hell that clearly is. She screams down the rails Attempting to scare fear into submission, attenuating the volume to beat back the throng of demonic voices telling her she cannot break free. She stops on the rails Her eyes recoil through a blur and sees the vision. Puffy lips dripping of sorrow curl toward heaven in a blubbering smile involuntarily she laughs unrestrained audacious... and stretches out her arms to greet the angel of light. She stains the rails....
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
She Walks The Rails
She walks the rails Infinite steel beams dwindle to absence long down the horizon between soot-painted trees, into open skies, and the desire to go wherever it ends... or doesn’t (mercifully). She walks the rails Begging to God, or Madonna, or the unrecognizable critter severed on the tracks, that the scabs of her bad decisions stay in the past... as she rips them off in a gallop to get away. She runs the rails In terror, that whatever has haunted her will catch up. For anything ahead no matter how unidentifiable is better than the hell that clearly is. She screams down the rails Attempting to scare fear into submission, attenuating the volume to beat back the throng of demonic voices telling her she cannot break free. She stops on the rails Her eyes recoil through a blur and sees the vision. Puffy lips dripping of sorrow curl toward heaven in a blubbering smile involuntarily she laughs unrestrained audacious... and stretches out her arms to greet the angel of light. She stains the rails....
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
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