She walked across the tracks and her foot stuck snug
It hurt at her ankle so she thought of soft rugs
She slid her foot out but it broke and spilled on the road
A puppy walked out to drink up the blood with the tongue of a toad
She heard the train coming, so limped out of its path
But the puppy was sipping her blood, and was hit with the train's mighty wrath
There wasn't a sound as the pup was swept up from the tracks
And when the train rolled past there wasn't even left a scratch
The road was without a trace
Of blood or of fur it was without space
No one remembered but the hurt girl's broken ankle
Swollen and purple