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The Broken Tracks
by Amanda Worthington

Broken tracks extending into the loathsome gray

Of the sea that time forgot

The train of humanity lies buried beneath

The rails and algae and rot

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Did you think this could end any other way

Than in our untimely demise?

Relic decaying quietly

Under the poison skies?

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There is no travel to some other world

When the one we’ve known is dead

There is only the slow agony

Of bleeding into the enemies who’ve already bled

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What’s said has been said

What’s done has been done

Now those who linger just await the descent

Of the already-deceased sun

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Eight and a half minutes of dread fill this place

And anyone left alive laments their breath

This forgotten realm grows cold

And then the last dry rattle signals our death

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Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Pixabay