He’s the last one on the train
As it rumbles its way to the terminus,
Midnight long since gone, the night
Empty and dense, rain drops on
When the brakes squeal, this only
Passenger braces himself against
The closest chrome upright, skin tight
Over cheekbones, eyes closed.
No change in speed.
The final bend. Balance gone. The
Groan of the carriage tilting too far.
Sparks. A scream in the void. No
Stopping now. A fragmentation of
Metal. He leaps…
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