All Aboard the Trauma Train
Please move to the back of the carriage

Here she comes. Here he comes? Here they come?
Pulling into the station, a hearty beast a flurry of chaotic confusion and twisted metal running too smoothly, never late.
Never late.
Come on in, there’s always room. Take a seat, if you find one, take a lap, if there is one to share. Take a leap, please. Leave.
Please leave.
Who the hell is even driving this thing?
Pulling out, all clear ahead. Of course. At least, that’s what the report said.
© KP_the_writer 2021
