Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

The Existential Train

The train is coming

rushing down the tracks

the light gets brighter

so loud I can't

breathe

the roaring sound

of metal on metal

the ground shakes

an eternal assault on the senses

suddenly it ceases

the absence of sound is jarring

and you continue on

as if the train was never there

but it was

and it changed you