Zzang: Archive – Random Poem

 

Train Tracks Up My Arms

the train ran up my arms
my veins serve as its tunnel
the train went on its journey
it soon crashed into my brain
I then got off that engine
but the tracks still remain

-Erica B. DiUlio

 

 

 

 

 

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