The sound:
is like a Kansas tornado warning.
skimming against the
rusty tracks like nails on a chalk board,
are the wheels
mocking
an on going
siren.
The look:
Relates to
The climaxing scene
Of a horror film.
with epilepsy induced lights
and
And crook smiled psychopaths we consider strangers.
The apocalypse
A
Raging horde
of flesh floods into the tram,
as the
sliding doors cut through the
air
compressing against one another.
"Trapped"
one could say.
The people,
with
Wondering eyes
And
Mouths sewn shut,
Hanging themselves
From belt loops
And others
Scrambling like
Coach roaches
For what's left of the worn down seats.
-RestlessTeens
