They had already driven for over 14 hours when they pulled over to the side of the lonely, dark road. Or perhaps that was her heart. They stared across the horizon wiping the sweat from their brow.

She thought she heard the chirping of a bird far, far away. It couldn’t be here since everything was dead. The freight train was carrying 100 souls to the market and they were following alongside. No insights. No pushback. No longheld beliefs pushing through. She wiped the tears from her eyes and put the car back into gear. Nothing in the rearview.
Categories: photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
Train of uncaring
Uncoupled Each
Train Car Separated
From Together Where
Do Train Souls Go Like
This Where is the Engineer
And Conductor When Train
Love is
Amiss i
Searched A
First Train
Car A
Last
In The middle
On the Tracks
Ahead Behind
Only A Faint
Echo of
A Whistle
So Far Away
Now i must
Become the 🚂 Train
Choo choo My Steam
Is
Love
i will
Pound
The Rails
Until my
HeART
Stops
To lay New tracks…
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