the haunted 10 and 24

we rode a haunted train with oil and water
beading off the engine for what i
thought was fun. i
did not believe i was alone i
turned to smile and share

the season

and you

you
had a distant look in your eyes partway
unmoored. the other passengers i asked
for help but

they

they were lifeless in their
seats moved only by a rumbling
on the rails

a hand fallen down off the elbow
and. and. an upturned

forehead

somewhere behind us
the terrible sounds

the

the wailing of the

winds the cracking of some glass or why. why

why the sky was dark

the steam streaming past
the glass and my heartbeat bumping up against
the ceiling

a lonesome solitary feeling

as we long since
left the station to nowhere headed
racing

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