My life can be boiled down
to nothing more
than a series of tracks
hauling freight trains
filled with intensity.
And me,
The ultimate train wreck,
just itching to play chicken.
The sweet spot
My life can be boiled down
to nothing more
than a series of tracks
hauling freight trains
filled with intensity.
And me,
The ultimate train wreck,
just itching to play chicken.
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
a division of Blank Paper Press
collective of indie-published writers & readers who want to discover them
Very well put – such a beautiful train wreck.
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Read it, you’ll like it.
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