last call for passengers boarding
the train is scheduled to depart
their hearts ache for one last anything
while babies cry for comfort and old women gossip
the wind rattles as she lets out a deep sigh
contemplating, hoping, waiting….
last call for passengers boarding
this train was scheduled to depart.
Something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
