Gray ties all around,
Stained, broken, smeared
or vandalized.
The loud screeching of the train,
as it runs over rusted reels,
bounces violently in her ears.
She walks faster,
as the midnight darkness
seems darker than ever.
And the shadows seem
to creep around mischievously.
The echo of her footsteps
teases her.
She tosses her wavy hair backwards,
trying to grasp a glimpse over her shoulder.
The sound of water dripping nearby
sets a deadly silence.
She holds her breath,
and the water drips,
slowly,
continually.
A crispy touch of a gush of wind
caresses her cheek.
She draws the scarf around her neck,
and stands quietly,
alone,
waiting
for the midnight train.
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