StowAway

…

She hadn’t meant for her heart
to come along for the ride, sit be

-side her back here in coach,
as if they were strangers. She

thought the train would go slow
-er, and the lights would glow low

-er, hide the flush of her face and
the racing of her pulse just a little

while longer. Judas, Judas, Judas,
she groans with the clack of the

tracks, willing this noisy rebel beast
to get off at the next stop, or just stop

……………………………………beating.
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Written for Poetic Asides, PAD Day 2.

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